Best Drama Romance Books Novels & Stories

Best Lover Chapter 2 I could feel her fingers running over his hair as she gently drew him away. She kissed his cheeks and groaned, asking, "Oh Beta, what are we doing, dear?" As she stared directly into my eyes, she took her blouse off. This was the most sensual thing I had ever seen. How revealing. The sight of her breasts, encased in a delicate black brassiere, was titillating. Returning to the couch, she sat down gingerly. Muttering, "Son, may I touch you again?" she asked softly.

She looked at the camera with the loving gaze he knew so well, smiling as she said, “Victor, this is the fifth anniversary present I prepared for you and the family. I put all my energy into this game, in the hopes that it could provide the last push you need to officially take over the family.” The last frame paused on her smile, full of anticipation. She had ended the email with one last sentence. “Victor, if this marriage was a sham from the start, then I’ll give both of us the release we truly want.” Her loving expression in the video, the cold farewell in the email, Summer’s mocking laughter in the recording, and the painfully clear words in the medical report… All of it formed the absu

Amara wandered through the villa, every creak and whisper of wind reminding her how far from the world they were. When she found the kitchen, she made coffee - two cups, out of habit. The smell filled the air, warm and grounding. She carried one to the study and paused at the doorway. Damian was leaning over the desk, sleeves pushed up, eyes shadowed. “I didn’t ask for that,” he said when she set the mug beside him. “I didn’t ask for this,” she replied. He looked up, lips twitching faintly - something between a smile and exhaustion. “Touché.”

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”

The memory of his hands fondling and gripping my fiancée’s waist sent tremors through my fingers. Don’t ask me how I know she’ll agree. I just do. She’s too soft for her own good, too kind and empathetic to let Dante stay in my clutches too long, especially after the souvenir I sent of him. She would do one of two things to get him out, and it sure wouldn’t be to start a war. Like I said, too soft. During the ride to Dominic’s, I let myself imagine her in a wedding dress, and said dress bunched over her hips after. I felt a smile stretch my face under my fingers as I stared out into the picturesque landscape of NYC.

“It’s… complicated.” “Complicated means hot,” she says, eyes sparkling. “It’s Damien Wolfe,” I mutter. Maya gasps so hard I’m afraid she might choke. “Mr. Penthouse?! Mr. Tall, dark, ruined-your-womb-with-a-glance Damien Wolfe?!” I groan. “You make it sound worse.” She grabs a pillow and clutches it dramatically. “Girl, you are playing with the kind of fire that burns souls. That man is a volcano in a suit.”

His fist remained tight. He had tried for months to inch his way in. Nothing worked. Whatever wall Nicolai Moreau built around her heart couldn't be breached. Meanwhile, all Gabriel could do was fall even harder for her. Her intelligence. Her kindness. Her stubbornness. Her passion. Every day had given him another reason to love a woman who belonged completely to someone else. Onstage, Nicolai's hand settled against Nova's waist. She instinctively leaned toward him. Gabriel looked away. “Looks like you could use a drink.”

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Yet in the midst of their love appears an unexpectant threat to their happiness: Dimitri Baranov. Will Amy do what was expected of her so long ago, or follow her heart? In this brand new Bratva/Italian Mafia dark romance, you will find out that love can come from the worst places and blossom into something beautiful. ************************

As I was about to get into the bathroom since it was time for me to take a warm and nice shower to start the day- my bedroom door was wide open. "Angelaa~" here comes Rosa De Luca, the girl who likes to barge into my room whenever she feels like it. I moved my eyes from looking at her to the bathroom door and slowly made my way near it. "You haven't taken a shower yet?" she asked the obvious question while plopping herself on the bed. "Can you close the door please" her eyes darted toward the door and she let out a loud gasp, moving her body to close the open door quickly and a chuckle escaped her mouth.