Bedtime Romance Stories Novels & Stories

I need to be careful so I don't end up waking him up. I smiled as I passed his room but the smile soon faded as I was pushed against the wall. A warm body pressing against mine. I could barely see his face in the dimly lit hallway, but I knew he was the one. "Julian." I whispered. "Couldn't sleep?" He whispered back, his gaze trained on my lips. "Yes. And you?" I replied. "Let's just say a certain someone kept me awake." "Julian." I warned as he started to lean into me. "What are you doing?"

Christina pulled me aside for an awkward hug and whispered, "You're a lucky man, Daniel Lewis." The afternoon of the final performance, we were hurrying around the house—our house, in just a little more than a month it would be home for real and I could call it that—getting ready to leave. After much discussion, we had decided to bring four of Ron Gordon's plays for Scott to see: one comedy and the final three dramas, which made up a trilogy about a tragic love affair between two men in the 1930s. "Babe, where are the copies of those scripts for Scott?" I asked, searching the bedroom.

I bounce back and forth between being convinced I’m going to not going. I lie on my battering at the ceiling as I hum a song to myself. I haven’t seen or heard from Weston since the night he kissed me in my kitchen. Tomorrow is Friday and we not only get it off, but also Monday for the holiday. I roll over and look at the clock; it’s just after ten and I can’t fall asleep. I flip the covers off and walk to the living room, grabbing my Kindle and flipping open the latest romance novel I’ve been reading.

Campus Day Out – Tenderness and fun – They enjoy a carefree day together, showing love outside of passion. 118. Dorm Movie Night 3.0 – Heated touches continue – A movie night escalates into intimate caresses and whispered fantasies. 119. First Weekend Away – Private intimacy – A weekend trip allows privacy, teasing, and prolonged romantic encounters. 120. Rainy Stairwell 2.0 – Tension reaches climax – A stolen kiss in the rain mirrors the height of desire. 121. Dorm Confession 3.0 – Heartfelt emotions – Past heartbreaks are shared, bonding them emotionally and sexually.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

We promised to meet online the next evening (his wife worked 12-hour shifts at the local hospital in the evenings from 7:00 pm, so he had all the time in the world to chat). As soon as I could, I rushed home from work, grabbed a snack, and went online to read his stories. He had 17 posted stories about man-to-man sex, and I found myself so aroused I jacked off three times as I read them. At 7:30, a message popped up on my screen: “lovingman” is calling.

Then take all this to the table, decorating it with a beautiful red rose. “They're ready,” I tell him excitedly, he gets up from the couch without any expression, throws his book at the couch and it falls on the floor, so I go for it and take it in my hands. I was honestly expecting to find a science or medicine book, but what I found was a cute fairy tale book. I just smiled when I saw different classic stories in this book, like Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella, but the doctor called me so I had to put him on the couch. “Miss Jefferson, present me your dish.” He tells me very seriously, while he thinks he is a chef.

By the time anyone figured out the truth, the damage would already be done. She leaned back, sipping wine, the screen's glow reflecting in her eyes. > “You wanted to play with fire, Serena? Let’s see how you handle the burn.” --- Damien’s Penthouse – Next Morning Neither of them had slept. Serena sat at the edge of the couch, blanket around her shoulders, scrolling in silence. Damien stood by the window, sleeves rolled up, shirt rumpled, his jaw clenched as he read headline after headline. > “FAKE LOVE: Serena Vale’s Rise Built on Lies”

If I could I would only live in this day, before they know, but only I and Chester Harrington know. It comes to me especially at night. But now, as I touch my belly I remember. ______________ We sleep 5 nuns to a large straw bed. Sometimes at night you hear some of the nuns concealing their grunts, concealing their moans. It's hard to hear over the snoring. Sometimes, it's whispered laughter, but what happens at night is concealed in the day.

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