Black Clover Romantic Novels & Stories

A millennium passed before we saw each other again. Kael had become the Dark Lord, and Raven had become the Demon King. Together, they had the Celestial Realm on the run. By then, Serena and I had married Rein and Calder. With our loyalties divided, we seldom met, keeping our old fondness buried deep inside, until now. I reached out, and he leaned in close. "Don't worry, we won't be parted again, and I won't go easy on them."

“You’re makin’ me sound like a damn preacher or something. I am who I am, Sky. Who I’ve always been.” “I know. That’s who I want. That’s who I love. And I’m too damn practical, because I suck at this kind of romantic stuff. But I did try to make this be special and spontaneous and…” Skylar stripped off his gloves and grabbed his hand. “Dammit. Come here. I have something to show you.” She dragged him to where she’d spread out a yellow blanket on the flat spot of ground between the ditch and the fence line. A red cooler anchored one corner of the blanket. Centered on the plastic cooler lid was a bunch of wild flowers. “Here’s our romantic celebration. You like it?”

Vivian sat alone in the shadowed corner of the bar, watching strangers drift beneath the amber glow of the lights. She could not believe she had actually fallen for a rumor. “The real reason the Hayes and Carter families postponed the wedding? Sebastian’s ex was kidnapped. He’d rather call off the marriage than leave her to die.” One reckless sentence was all it took for her to book the first flight to Harbor City. Sebastian was the untouchable heir everyone admired—a fixture on the covers of financial magazines and the polished businessman delivering keynote speeches at charity galas. What could a man like him possibly be doing in a place like this? Vivian shook her head, set down her g

I slipped out of Clover's soft heat and she turned around and straddled me and leaned over me. I laughed, pulling her down for a kiss. "I haven't had a release since the last time we did something in my office, Clover. Give me five minutes and I'll be ready again." She didn't even give me two. She sat back up, moving her core back and forth over me again, her lips finding mine as the heat between us flared back to life. I slipped back in her wet sweetness and we stayed like that, lost in each other, moving from position to position, until the sun threatened to rise and we finally passed out, completely spent. If Clover wasn't pregnant already she definitely would be from tonight's activities

Marie's pov: After pushing away the painful memories,it's then I realized I was done with my hot chocolate and only then did I notice the salty tears rolling down my cheeks making my eyes puffy.The rain had stopped pouring as a clear sky was visible showing the beautiful stars. Reminiscing my mother's last words I knew it was time for me to fullfil my promise.I mean,A promise is a debt and the only time you can't fullfil it's only when out of necessity. Now was the right time.

“Uhm, I haven't officially asked you to be my girlfriend. So I thought…uhmmm." "Oh.." I said, feeling my face flush as goosebumps erupt everywhere. Blake’s expression softened as he went down on one knee with a single rose in his hand. "Will you be my girlfriend, Claire RavenWood.?" The crowd around cheered and kept chanting, “Say yes! Say yes!" "Yes Blake, I'll be your girlfriend.” I said as my voice softened. Blake nodded slowly, taking in my words. He stood up and took me up from my chair and hugged me desperately.

The nickname had stuck to her since her childhood days. I reached out for the light switch and turned it on. Full lights brightened the half-dark balcony. She was wearing a short-sleeved purple dress and a pair of brown platform shoes. Her silver necklace shone under the bright lights. Her purple locket was attached to her necklace. I could not miss the view of her beautifully, manicured nails painted in amethyst. It was clearly obvious that she had just returned from an outing. She looked ravishing as usual. She is Kimberly White, the only girl child and the last child of my family. Purple is the most adored person in the family.

He took his hand away from Clover's hair and cleared his throat, "What happened next?" Clover rested her right cheek on her hand, "Mom fixed me a date with Noah. I just came after meeting him." "Oh," June muttered, unsure of what to say. Clover continued, "Noah and I agreed to divorce with each other once we get hold of our own companies." June nodded, "When...when are you guys marrying?" Clover pursed her lips before answering, "We will have a spring wedding. And we are getting engaged on New Year's Day."

The name was close enough to his that it made me laugh again, short and sharp. “You mean the toxic ex who treated me like a backup plan? Wow, Freudian slip much? And you think bringing up open relationships while moaning her name is going to make me say yes? That’s not honesty, that’s you trying to have your cake and eat it too—except the cake is me and Rhea at the same time.” He stood up, hands out like he was calming a wild animal. “I’m not trying to hurt you. I just… I like you, Clover. More than just the sex. But you keep pushing me away. If you’d let us try being open, maybe we could actually make this work without the jealousy crap.”

Elena in the center, flanked by honor guards who had to look down to avoid being pierced by their eyes. The assembly hall of the Black Claw pack was reborn as a garden, or maybe a forest, depending on who you asked. The triplets had insisted on wildflowers and brush as decorations, and the effect was less a curated bouquet than a whole swaying ecosystem: chamomile, foxglove, magenta and bluebells climbing the stakes that circled the altar; strands of briar woven in with bright red sumac. Every table was scattered with rosehips, black berries, poppyseed muffins left in piles as if a wolf had found a baker’s cart and torn it open. The scent was sharp and sweet, underlying the musk of assembled