Bedtime Romance Stories Novels & Stories

I love romance books because it looks like i'm in the story. After some time I decided to go to bed. Sleep took over me with Andrew and the date on my mind.

But she get lucky to warm my bed and not just for free. "It mean that it bad enough to see you through out the night and now am going to see your face in the daytime too " she said placing her soft hands on my chest in attempt to push me away. "Who told you being my lover was only during the night?" "Huh?if not during the night when else?" "Anytime and Anywhere I want" I said as I put a trail of hair behind her ear. "So once you get home get pretty enough... And spread your legs for me like a lover should."

He sits on the bed, tired and satisfied, and Samantha follows. “I love you, Sam. Thank you.” He says between his fast breathing. “I love you too, now let’s go to bed,” Samantha says and bends to pick up her nightdress. Bobby gives her a spank, which is a little loud, making them laugh. “Please don’t wear that or anything. I want to feel your naked body all night long,” Bobby says when Samantha tries to put on her nightdress. She nods and drops her nightdress on the floor. Bobby spoons Samantha, and they are both soon fast asleep.

end :) A/N: Don't forget to rate this story! Merry Christmas!

Sleeping with a total stranger was not something I have ever done, and sleeping with a man for a job or money, hell no. I am broke, annoying and pretty stupid sometimes, but then I have my dignity and would never allow myself be insulted. I would never forget that producer, I often see him in my dreams. I would beat him up and made him regret being alive. But that was in my dreams, whenever he didn't appear in my dream, I would think about beating him up before getting up from the bed. "Beautiful" I muttered as I looked at how gorgeous I looked. I stood up and went straight to the kitchen. My mum was making breakfast, and my siblings looked like they just finished cleaning the house.

It was a very expensive ride. "Of course it is, this is a memory that I'll engrave in my head forever hehe." "Oh really? There were better moments than this though." I can't believe this guy is such a clichè. I guess he wanted to do some romantic stuff he saw on tv. "Better moments than this? I can't possibly think of anything better than riding the ferris wheel on the sunset with you, isn't that the most romantic?" Ugh, just like what I've thought! What a clichè.

“You're going to get yourself killed one day. You need to learn to stop some habits before it ends you.” I rolled onto my back and stared at the chandelier a few ceilings away from the bed. I stared at it until I started feeling sleepy. The bed moved and I looked at him when he rolled over, facing me. Anthony chewed on whatever was in his mouth before he dropped his arm on my stomach. I exhaled and shut my eyes, only to freeze when I felt his hand go under the shirt. “So warm,” he whispered sleepily. Most times, his actions always led me into falling for him more. And falling deeper for him meant having my heart broken.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

He climbed onto the bed. "What are you doing? I'm sore!" I cried out. My arse was still recovering from the exercise we had done in the afternoon. I didn't think I could endure another one. "Not if I heal you," he whispered into my ears. "Vampires are good healers, don't you know?" Shit. I swallowed. I was in for a long night. If only he didn't kill me before the break of day.

"Come to think of it, she's been talking about wanting to thank you for being her sponsor." I avoided his touch and said flatly, "I sponsored her so she could study and build a future, not so she could stay up late with my boyfriend watching the river." Jeremy's expression darkened. "Sabrina Thornton, what are you implying? Why are you talking like that? We have a normal working relationship!" "Would a normal working relationship involve 688 times of late-night shared listening sessions?" I tossed the printed report onto the coffee table. The pages scattered, and his pupils shrank.