Christian Romance Stories Novels & Stories

I wrapped my arm around Dax's waist and placed another hand on his chest. "What seems to be the problem?" I ask him. If he was surprised, he was now good at hiding it. "She said she had an argument with her fiance," his jaw seemed to clench. "Oh, is that so?" I looked at Caroline. "You know the rule of a faithful relationship? When you have problems with your partner, don't go to someone for sympathy, talk to each other instead." I smiled at her before tugging Dax back to our table. Deep down, I wanted to say more, but I was adamant about distancing them apart.

Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati

Pedro did not understand, they arrived at the church, she went downstairs, Ruben was already waiting for her and saw his son in his mother-in-law's arms, all the protocols continued, the church was beautiful with lots of flowers, the hall where the celebration took place was decorated in the finest style. Ruben and she danced like the most in love couple, he kissed her, hugged her, then he went and introduced her to all his friends who were accompanied by their wives, they were very elegant, one of them said to him: "Here is my card, after your honeymoon, you talk to me on the phone, we have a group of wives that we use to meet every week, but later I will explain it to you: -Have my card, a

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.

Therefore the majority of my stories at present are completed and I have no plans in creating sequels at present. Also as a warning there is mature content in my books, read at your own discretion. Any and all media is not my own, which are the rights of those who have let me use it. The story content is fully my own, please do not copy. Copy right is reserved. Mature content. Here is a list of my current books: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Hint of Misunderstanding (Werewolf Romance) Thank you again.

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The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

“I won’t.” Nyra smirked. “Liar.” Noelle sighed like an exhausted adult. “Grown-ups are weird.” Then she skipped inside. The moment the doors closed, the air shifted. “This is neutral ground,” Sebastian said quietly. “Whatever game you’re playing—” “I’m playing Christmas,” Nyra interrupted. “Try it sometime. You look like you’d benefit from joy.” “I don’t trust you.” “Good,” she said. “I’d be offended if you did.”

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

And she didn’t. Sparkle wanted the storm, more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. Demand, need, hands reaching, mouths seeking. Hushed words flew back and forth between them, whispers, breathless sighs. Heat ratcheted up in the tiny bedroom as outside, the snow fell, draping the world in icy white. Kaleb’s hand at her core drove her higher, faster. A small ripple of release caught her and had Sparkle calling his name as she shivered, shuddered in response. But she’d barely recovered from that tiny explosion before he pushed her again.