Best Mm Romance Novels & Stories

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

I sat wedged between Rose and her boyfriend, Marcus, feeling every inch the awkward third wheel. “You know, I’m still surprised you’re a virgin,” Rose said, leaning in so her glossy lips nearly brushed my ear. Her perfume—something sweet and floral—mixed with the sharp tang of alcohol on her breath. “When are you gonna get a boyfriend, Miles? Or at least let someone pop that cherry?”

My palms slammed against his chest to push him back. He felt massive. He was a wall of muscle. He let me shove him back two inches. "Do not say it," I panted. My breath came in fast gasps. I scrambled backward until my spine hit the headboard. "Do not go there, Sebastian." "Elliot," he said. His brow furrowed as he reached for my wrist. "No!" I pulled my arm away. I tucked my hands close to my chest. My heart was a hammer against my ribs. The honey scent off my skin turned sharp and sour with alarm. "We don't do this. We don't have feelings. We don't do romance."

His hand came up to cup my jaw, tilting my head slightly as he deepened the kiss just enough to make my chest tighten. I melted into it. Into him. When we pulled away, we didn’t go far. Our foreheads rested together, breaths mingling. I closed my eyes for a second. I wanted to feel it. To remember it. Because moments like this rarely happened to me. But they now did. Because of him. “Best date ever,” I whispered. He huffed softly. “It’s not even over yet.” I smiled. “Then don’t fuck it up.” “I won’t.”

His hands mirrored mine, sliding up my open chest, fingers grazing my exposed skin, teasing the edges of my shirt, igniting sparks everywhere he touched, making my nipples harden in anticipation. We finally broke apart, panting hard, our breaths mingling in the charged air, and without a word, we tore at our clothes, yanking shirts over our heads until we were both bare-chested, the cool room air contrasting with the fire raging between us. Maddox leaned in then, his eyes dark with desire, capturing one of my nipples between his lips, sucking softly at first, then with slow, deliberate pulls that had me gasping. I moaned low and needy as his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, licking

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

AURORA I never thought I’d see it — hell, I would’ve bet my last dollar against it — Viktor Romano in love. And not just in love... getting married. To Mia of all people. Sweet, soft-spoken, delicate little Mia, who looked like she belonged in a sunlit bakery in Tuscany, not tangled up with a man like Viktor — who could make grown men piss themselves with a look.

He asked, trying not to sound disrespectful but the annoyance in him grew slowly. Bella giggled, she let go of her leg, stood up and walked towards him, her sharp eyes not leaving her prey. With sexy eyes, she got close to him, sat on his desk, their eyes facing each other as she held onto his chin. "You are so handsome Dennis and a handsome man like you need a young beautiful lady like me, a lady who is ready to give you your wildest nasty desire" she whispered, her eyes not leaving him. Slowly, she went close to him to kiss him but Dennis was quick enough to shove his face away from her.