Biracial Romance Novels & Stories

And after what she'd walked in on at my place—me, naked and with another woman—I'd have to be insane to believe she'd ever come back. Bianca was softer than she let herself appear. She tried to be sharp, tried to act unbothered, but like anyone else, she too was quite emotional. I knew she felt something for me—an attraction beyond sex—whatever you want to call it. But it wasn't enough. Not enough for her to want me. Not enough for her to stay. Certainly not enough to marry me. I dragged a hand down my face, muffling a bitter laugh. "Pfft." The sound was pathetic even to my own ears.

I said. The truth was between us. My phone buzzed one last time. A new message. Change of plan. Bring Ethan Blackwood. Or your brother disappears before sunset. My blood ran cold. They weren’t separating us. They were forcing us together. And suddenly I understood the real twist. This was never about breaking us apart. It was about seeing what we would burn down for each other.

In this tumultuous sea of conflicting feelings, Bianca is left to ponder a haunting question: what does one do when escape feels impossible, and she finds herself hopelessly in love with a man whose very essence is shrouded in danger, offering no assurance of her safety? What to expect: Mafia Romance Forced Marriage Angsty Love Story Smut This book will continue on this end of book one and also have its own book here on GoodNovel for you to read. Thank you so much for all the support with my work, all the reads, likes, thumbs up and gems. Have you read my other works yet? Relinquish - His Second Chance Synopsis: Sebastian's life was filled with love and happiness when he found his soul mate.

I stretched my hand for her to come forward. She walked elegantly with a smile on her face. "I don't understand you son". "Granny, you asked me to get married. I have. And this is my wife Brianna Salvador" "Cousin. How did all this happen?" "I and Brianna had been dating before I left for Italy some years ago. I had actually come to America because of her. Because I wanted to unite with her" I lied through my teeth while Brianna looked at me in shock. Granny walked to where we were standing and pushed me away from Brianna.

Eric countered with so much assurance in his eyes, his hands not leaving her face, "I am in love with you and I know that you feel the same way for me. I wish our parents were never married so that we can have the love our hearts desire but even with that, it won't stop me from wanting to be with you for the rest of my life" Gen stood still listening to his words, her heart wanted him but her body was trying too hard to resist him because she didn't want to be caught up in such a messy love triangle. Eric raised her head up to his face, slowly as Gen watched him, he pressed his lips against her and gave her a soft passionate kiss, their bodies glued together in desire. Gen was surprised at h

The city's distant buzz grew faint as Emily sat opposite Liam Westbrook in his glass-walled office, the air between them heavy with tension. She nervously toyed with the hem of her coat, her thoughts spinning from his shocking proposal. Marriage. To a billionaire. For money. It sounded like the kind of wild scheme you’d read in trashy romance novels, not something that happened to real people—least of all her. “I understand this may come as a shock,” Liam said, leaning back in his chair with an air of cool indifference, “but I’m not asking for your hand out of sentimentality. This is a business arrangement, plain and simple.”

Fifty million dollars to play family with the man I couldn’t stand—and now I was carrying the DNA of a man I wanted to ruin. How? How do you keep your dignity when your body has become a battlefield between past and future? I pressed my palm to my belly. There was no bump. No kick. Just the quiet, gnawing truth that I wasn’t alone anymore. I wanted to scream. To run. To tear up the contract and storm down the driveway barefoot. But I didn’t. Instead, I stood slowly, wiped my face, and walked over to the grand, four-poster bed like I belonged there.

In total silence, they accepted the invitation, and without measuring words, the three of them took each other's hands. She was calm, waiting for the gypsy to make a mistake, to shout in his face that he had made a mistake and that it was all a lie, she supposed that deep down, without wanting to admit it, she was as terrified as Emiliano Romero. In the guessing game, she told him more or less true everything that they had gone through since they were kids, and as it is obvious, good and bad things happen to all of us, so it was not a big news for her. He also said that they loved each other but that their love will not be strong enough to overcome future adversities, at least not in this li

Neither of you have anything to lose or anywhere to be so you cut the pleasantries and dive right in to your childhoods, parents, lovers, heart breaks, illnesses, and on and on. Before the two realized it, the sun was almost gone. B looked down at her bandage. A thin line of blood trickled down her wrist. Now he felt close enough to lick her, close enough physically and mentally. “Here, let me fix that.” He reached for her hand and brought it to his lips. A coy, inviting little smile slid across her face. Holding her gaze and her hand, B licked the line of blood until there was more on him than her. With blood still wet on his lips, she moved to kiss him like a shark coming for bloody chum.