Bastila Romance Novels & Stories

the movie echoed. “Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears. “Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”. “Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned. “Fuck me harder,” she responded. Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl. Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.

My heart pounded, and suddenly, all the things he’d said to me last night felt like they’d been washed away by this single, perfect moment. “I know I refused to marry you before because of my illness, and I didn’t want to bind you without a future heir. But now that we will have a child through surrogacy, I have changed my mind.” Rosalia’s words sent a ripple of excitement through the crowd, but it had a different effect on me. “I’m willing to be your Luna, now, Bastian.”

“I expected you to come ready for battle, conditioned and battle hardened…yet you look emaciated and weak…what has happened?” Ruben coughed again, raking a hand through his hair. “I’ve been imprisoned. My father…he has taken Bastetia and…” He looked at Basille with an accusatory glare. “You created her with Angel Blood?” Basille’s eyes widened in surprise then narrowed, calculatingly. “Ah…I see…” “King Luisette has taken her as his!” Basille’s lip lifted in a smirk. “You lost her…should I be fighting him then?” He chuckled and glanced at the massive boar like beast standing behind him like a bodyguard. It snorted amused, making Ruben’s jaw clench at the jibe.

Bastian, now disarmed, glared at Maximus with a mixture of defeat and disdain. The surviving soldiers and allies paused in their relentless skirmish, momentarily awestruck by the spectacle before them. The throne room, once a symbol of power and authority, now bore witness to the defiance of one man against the established order. Callista, torn between love and duty, approached Maximus cautiously. Her eyes betrayed a complex array of emotions as she beheld the man who had just defeated her father's most trusted general. Maximus, still catching his breath, extended a hand to her, his gaze seeking reassurance and understanding.

I know Diego did me wrong, but I do feel sorry for him, hate changed him, I did not plan on going against Stiliyan words, as I do not want any harm to come to him. “Come here Catalina,” Christian says as he gently places me on his lap, our faces inches apart, he slowly places a kiss on my fore head, my body quickly responding, I feel the heat go through my body, our eyes focused on each other, he slowly presses his lips against mine, our lips begin to sync with each other, slowly he began to unbutton my shirt, exposing my bare breasts, my nipples as hard as a rock,

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

“I didn’t ask for this. But I won’t let anyone treat me or Lila like we’re dirt.” Lila stepped beside me, chin high. “You heard her,” she said, her tone sharper than mine. “And I’d appreciate it if you don’t raise your voice around my sister.” Veronica’s expression faltered for a second, clearly surprised that Lila had spoken at all. Neris smiled approvingly. “See?” she said lightly. “That’s my brother’s Luna — brave and calm. Not a mistress who plays with people’s lives.” Veronica’s nostrils flared. “You think this is over?”

He shouted my name again, but Romano cut him off. “Basta! Enough!” Romano looked at Azrael, and tapped the tip of his nose twice. “A daughter for a daughter,” he said quietly. “Una figlia per una figlia.” And then they dragged me away.

I look up at the solemn face of Lilian and her pleading eyes almost made me give way. My deal with Emilio was pure lust and he didn't mention that having dates with others are prohibited. But even though, shouldn't I be loyal? Oh, cut that loyal shit, Bethy, says the devil me. Dating for affection and friendship is entirely different than what you have with Emilio which is just a lustful bond. "Okay, fine." Lilian clasped her hands in delight at my answer. "Okay, I'll set you up tomorrow." "Tomorrow?" I gape at her in surprise. That's too soon. Can I do this? Oh, Good Lord mercy!

I stare at him, completely dumbfounded and awestruck. He scoots his chair closer to mine and whispers, “So don’t be surprised when we step off the train in Bari.” I gasp. He says, “Drink your champagne. The show’s about to start.”