Biracial Romance Novels & Stories

Upstairs was in big letters: Carrow Genetic Registry — Restricted Bloodline Match My breath stopped. Two names. Lena Carter Noah Carter And among them: Compatibility: 100% Activation Pair I got sick. I kept reading. Each line worse than the previous one. In the case of physical binding, a descendant can arise, which is the complete Carrow Heir without ritual. The descendant is considered a primary key. Protection or security priority. The leaf almost slipped out of my hands. I couldn't talk. “This is... sick.”

“I should have told you that Michael was the guy from the blind date and that we —" “Wait! Hold up. He was the blind date hottie?" Dani squealed. “Please, tell me everything." “Well, Mike is Amelia's old college friend and when she decided to set me up on a date with him, I didn't even know he'd be white much less Jon's brother. At the date, people around us were giving us stank eyes because we were a biracial couple. So I ended the date minutes after it started. But I swear to you Dani, I didn't know he was Jon's brother until he showed up at the house a couple of days later."

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

Jen sarcastically said. "The lid is the problem but not my fault, okay?" Loki muttered. Jen just steal her cup and close it with a lid quickly. "you are a weakling girl" Jen teased while giving back her shake drink. A woman started to smile and said "It’s looked like you both loved each other" . "Of course I loved him, though he keeps roasting me a lot. I accepted the way he is and I loved him" Loki confidently said. Jen began to pinched twice on her waist, while he was showing his embarrassing face. Jen hid his smiled with left hand.

Her nightlife was as vivid as one could imagine because she frequently joined orgies that were hosted by herself. Therefore, it was not surprising that she gave birth to two black babies. With such a wanton nightlife, she must have been accidentally impregnated by some black man during the many orgies that she hosted. “That woman is really scary. She got impregnated by some black man and still wanted to marry into a wealthy family.” “I know right! She got what she deserved and nobody will want her! How dare she still think of marrying President Larson and make him the father of her bastards?”

Jameson reaches for his handkerchief in the inner pocket of his suit and dabs at a wayward drop on my cheek. “Sorry,” I murmur. “It was just all so beautiful and tragic. And, well, there is mention of him transporting her to somewhere else when he makes love to her.” I should bite my tongue. I’m weepy and reminiscing about an emotional pull to a movie. I’ve possibly even jumped the shark here, by bringing the entire thing up. To save face, I tell Jameson, “The film really wasn’t a romance. Infidelity and no happy ending are big no-nos in the romance genre. Yet, it did have strong romantic undertones that were—”

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by:Authoress Ricky 🦋 Chapter Thirty- two🦋 Final💕💕💕 It been over a month now and things went back to normal. Mom spent time with us and guess what am going on a real date with Jeremy and I can't wait. Mark and Nobody I guess but he had been trying to get connected to julliard the new school nerd that doesn't even give him an attention. Jessica finally settled with Bred. Wondering who is Bred?

Real. I stared at my reflection, tilting my head, wondering if I still looked like the woman I used to be. The one he married. The one who never cried in front of anyone except him. Sometimes I saw Bianca and felt… not jealousy. Not envy. But a strange sense of déjà vu. The ambition in her eyes. The precision in the way she carried herself. The hesitance, too. Like she hadn’t decided who she was yet, but was terrified of choosing wrong.

His eyes track the movement as he says, “Did you never wonder why we were here on the night of your accident? We own this club. Admittedly, it was Tiarnan’s idea, but Riordan thought it would do more good than harm, since the vamps couldn’t keep to their side of the borders. A place where our races don’t matter. A neutral ground to let loose.” I stare around, wide-eyed. “There are humans here! You’re letting them feed on humans!” Lorcan gaze struggles between my lips and cleavage before he looks ahead, tugging me along. “They want to be here. They gave their consent to be used like this. Humans love the high that comes from being fed on; being fucked by one of us. You’d be surprised by how m

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."