Christian Romance Novels & Stories

Then his body covered mine, pinning me to the mattress in a way that made my wolf preen with satisfaction. Christian started kissing a path down my body, pausing at every injury, every scar. “You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.” Kiss. “These scars prove your strength.” Kiss. “I'm honored you chose me.” Kiss. I could feel through my empathic connection that he meant every word. My hands fisted in the sheets. “I don't understand what you see in me.” Christian's head snapped up, eyes blazing. “What?” “I'm not good enough. Tom always said—”

With a cold edge to her voice, Noelle replied, "Oh, so it's one of those brother-sister romances, with no blood ties involved?" Christian's brow furrowed slightly.

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. The story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. Any illegal reproduction of this content in any form will result in immediate action against the person concerned.

It's my trusty companion when I need an escape from reality, offering a delicious blend of spice, romance, and exotic adventures that never fails to absorb me completely. As I turn the well-thumbed pages, allowing the captivating world of Christian and Anastasia to draw me in, I can't help but marvel at how this book manages to weave complex characters and intense emotions into such a tantalizing narrative. The intricacies of their relationship, the dramatic twists and turns, and those steamy, passionate scenes capture my imagination every time. It's like visiting an old friend who always has something interesting to share. Over time, I've actually picked up quite a few tricks from this book

Then he was gone, the door shutting hard behind him, and I was left standing there alone, lips still burning, legs barely able to hold me up, with no idea what had just happened to me — or how badly I still wanted it to happen again. So guys, what do you think about Christian? Tell me in the comments. Your support is my motivation. Please vote, comment, rate, and share this story with someone who loves romance! 💕 And trust me, the drama gets more intense with every chapter.

"It's pathetic. That little bombshell I dropped worked like a charm...Bernice must absolutely loathe them now." Pride and lust surged through me at her words. My devious minx, so brilliant at stirring up chaos. I captured her lips in a searing kiss, my tongue delving into her mouth to claim her thoroughly. She moaned into me, her fingers sinking into my hair. "That's my clever girl," I purred, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. "And what about our other problem, that meddlesome Christian?" That damned Christian, always circling Bernice like a lovelorn puppy. The way he looked at her made me want to gouge his eyes out.

That smirk should have told me to back away; that smirk should have told me I’m in big fucking trouble, but instead, my common sense fizzles up and dies when he pulls me into his arms. The scent of his gorgeous cologne makes my head swim and I’m sure he knows what it does to women. He splays one hand on the small of my back while he tangled the other up in the hair at the base of my neck. “How about we seal that deal with a kiss, Red?” he asks, but before I can even answer him, his lips are on mine. We kissed once before at the wedding, but that one disgusted us both. But this kiss… Christian’s lips are soft against mine, his tongue working its way into my mouth, and I reluctantly give in. H

Louise smirked “Its been a while, darling that we met again. I guess we are destined to be together “ and he suddenly held her two hands and kissed her hand as he gave an prince impression towards her. Girls at side became envious and mad towards Loki. “ Wait! You misunderstood guys! I don’t know him! “ Loki sighed and kept her awkward face. "Louise, can you please sit down now?" Their professor interrupted Louise and their class going to started. "AL righty, Sir!" Louise sat down as he placed his elbow on the table and his eyes kept flirting at Loki. He reached his hand over to her, giving a letter saying "thank you for saving me, my darling"

So she nodded. He led her to a black car parked near the curb. She climbed into the passenger seat, dripping water onto the leather. Julian got in beside her and started the engine without a word. The heat kicked on immediately, but she still felt frozen. They drove in silence for several minutes before he finally spoke. "Why did you break the portrait?" Christiana stared out the window at the blurred streetlights. "Because it was a lie." "How so?" "They looked happy in that picture. United. Like they actually gave a damn about each other." She turned to look at him. "They didn't. My father cared about money and reputation. My mother cared about maintaining appearances. That portrait was jus

“Forever.” Liora’s response was a soft moan, her body pressing closer to Christen’s. The mark on her skin pulsed with a life of its own, a symbol of their union. In this moment, their connection deepened, transcending the physical and delving into something far more profound. It wasn’t just lust that bound them—it was love, devotion, and the unyielding strength of their bond.