Christian Romance Stories Novels & Stories

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

As the rain continued to patter against the window, he couldn't help but admire the way her long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of chocolate silk. "Your hair is so beautiful," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. She blushed, tucking a strand behind her ear. "Thank you," she replied shyly. "I've always been told it's my best feature." He couldn't help but agree, but he also couldn't tear his eyes away from the book she was reading. "What's that you're reading?" he asked, leaning closer to get a better look. "It's just a romance novel," she replied, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "I like to escape into the stories sometimes."

The basement was quiet except for our breathing. "Still think we're immature?" Mitch murmured. I laughed, weak and satisfied. "You're still idiots." "Your idiots," Hans corrected, and I didn't argue. My body still hummed with aftershocks, and the knowledge of what we had just done. I had just allowed my three younger sinfully loaded Stepbrothers fuck me in the best way ever. And I didn't regret any single moment of it. If anything, I wanted a second round with all three of them making love with me like I was the only person that mattered. This was definitely going to be the best thanksgiving ever.

I could smell her perfume. “You’re dangerous,” she said quietly. “I don’t usually hire people who look at me the way you do.” My mouth went dry. “How do I look at you?” “Like you want something you shouldn’t.” Caroline reached out and brushed her thumb across my lower lip. The touch was slow and deliberate. She watched my reaction with dark eyes, then leaned in and kissed me. The second I opened my mouth it turned hungry. Her hand slid to the back of my neck. I gripped the front of her shirt and pulled her closer. She tasted like whiskey and power.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

TRIGGER WARNING: this is a priest x vampire story, it involves improper use of holy water, crucifix and communion so please if you can't handle this I will advice you skip the entire parts of this story. Tyrone I had attended enough funerals to know that people loved pretending death was the end of something. It never was.

She must have been registered at a sex boutique when she married Jesus Christ. She even tried to convince me to become a nun. She told me that it was a pleasant life and that the number of horny lesbians underneath all those black habits would surprise me. I told her that nothing would surprise me any more, but that the religious life just wasn't for me. We made quite a scene at graduation as we hugged each other and cried like babies knowing that we would now have to be apart. We remained good friends, however, and have stayed in touch to this very day.

Elizabeth’s POV I had finally reached out to Christian through one of his ever-faithful workers, the same ones he kept sending to deliver gifts I hadn’t asked for. A few days ago, he sent me fifty pre-release books. Romance novels, of course. Top-notch titles that weren’t supposed to hit shelves for months, yet somehow Christian had gotten them early. I’d binged through almost every single one. They gave me a peace I hadn’t felt in weeks, curling up in their stories, forgetting my own. But what unsettled me more was how he knew exactly the kind of books I loved. That man noticed everything, even the details I thought no one else did.

He was so handsome. The work he had done, the story of old loves, the closeness of our bodies, it was all intoxicating to me. My body craved the taste of his lips and I could no longer fight against the craving. I leaned over and kissed him. It was the culmination of years of longing, particularly intense for the last three weeks. I had wanted this so badly, ever since the kiss at the Winter Carnival. He pulled back a little. "Holly?"

It was like a headily spiced wine that was smooth yet leaves a trail of fire in one’s throat—no, it was like an aged cognac, fragrant and spicy. Crocell dived into his safe place, kissing his beloved angel passionately—tongues clashing against each other in a battle of dominance. Lux may not look like it but he’s quite competitive. He doesn’t like lying down just to take it. He may be faint and dainty but Crocell is fucking sure he has better stamina than him and the demon lives for it. “I will always love you. In any lifetime.” Crocell whispered into his lover’s face who is beautifully contorted in pleasure—they both know whatever they have is bound to end. A demon and an angel? Together? T