Romans & histoires British Romance

For a heartbeat, I thought she would, but then her body loosened, and her mouth parted against mine, answering. That tiny surrender wrecked me. I deepened it, one hand sliding to the back of her neck, keeping her right there, tasting the heat I knew she’d give me if I just pushed hard enough. She made a sound of half protest, half need and it was the sweetest fucking sound I’d ever heard. When I finally pulled back, she was breathless, staring at me like I’d just ripped the ground out from under her. Her lips were red, swollen. Her chest was rising fast.

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

With a deep sigh, she pressed the doorbell and waited patiently for him. It didn't take long for Dennis to open the door, as soon as he saw her, he drew her close to him and gave her a long romantic kiss. "You look beautiful" he whispered to her left ear and Cassandra found herself blushing so hard even if it isn't the first time hearing such a word from Dennis. "Thanks" she replied and walked into the house. Dinner was already set for them, as Cassandra walked in, she saw the arranged table filled with candles, roses, a bottle of red wine and glasses.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

Why don't we make things more interesting" she said as she slowly loosened the robe she was wearing. The black robe fell to her legs as also my heart to hell as well as I saw the sight in front of me. She stood in front of that huge gigantitic bed in nothing but a red lacy Victoria secret underwear. She picked up the other glass and walked towards me handing me the second glass. "Romeo I run this show" She spoke confidently, her red lips brushing the tip of my ear. For the first time I felt shiver run down my spine in anticipation on what to come. There is a saying that something must kill a man and Samantha might end up being that thing that kills me.

"How exactly is getting caught snooping in his room and then blackmailed into a date romantic?" "It sounds like the opening to a romance novel. You and the hero have an unlikely first meeting, but over time the two of you fall in love and eventually he sweeps you off your feet and takes you home where he is the prince of a lavish country. Then you're the ruler with a house full of jewels and servants." She tells the story so effortlessly I have to wonder how many times she's dreamed this scenario. "Something tells me the man with the fake shaving cream bottle in his hotel room probably isn't a prince in a faraway country."

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........

If Prince Charming wore Armani, I’m sure he’d look like this. Prince Charming—yes, Prince Charming—that is the name that fits him best. His fingers remain wrapped around my wrist, firm but not painful. With effortless grace, he plucks the glass from my hand. “I daresay you’ve had quite enough for tonight,” he says, and his thick British accent hits me instantly, sending my heart doing backflips. It’s deep, rich and velvety, the kind of voice you’d hear men speak with in a Bridgerton series.

I gawked. She held up a finger. “Listen. Mysterious man. Hot, rich, emotionally stunted. Seduces the curvy goddess of a woman, disappears without a word, but still feeds her like a pampered princess from afar. That’s not heartbreak, Adele. That’s foreplay.” Emily burst out laughing, nearly dropping her tablet. “God, Sarah, get help.” “I’m serious!” she cried, eyes wide. “That’s dark romance 101. This isn’t a breakup – it’s the prelude to the second act. He’s probably out hunting his enemies. Or buying a villa somewhere. Or murdering someone in her honor.”

I said and left "Hey! Brittany Amaris Laxamana, you can't lie!" she shouted after me "It's true what I'm saying, Cassidy Artemis! Another tease that I like that man. I will make your slippers fly to your face!" I shouted back! I went back to my room and lay down. I don't know but it seems like I voluntarily searched the F* of 'Lev' Did it really hit me? What is love at first sight? In the pic ?. . But I'm not in love. He is just handsome