Novel & Cerita College Romance Stories

he said and laugh but I didn't care about what he's saying I just want to have sex with him. "Ahhh" "Ohh, Ugh" "Uhm" All you wanna hear in cubicles is our moan. I don't know if someone can hear us but I faster thrusting and after a minute with both reached our orgasm. We fixed our clothes before we go out but on the side of the door bathroom, Ralph was there and looked hurt. I came back to my sense and I realized that I hurt the person who treats me special and made me feel loved but I cano teach my heart to love him because someone already owns my heart and it's Genesis.

Finally, College Romance is a wrap but there is actually a book I should have posted before it. The story of their parents titled HER PERSONALITY. It's a short book do I will be updating this soon. 🖤🖤HER PERSONALITY🖤🖤 ___________________________ AUTHORESS RICKY _____________________________ ✍️SYNOPSIS✍️ Not every lady want to be a queen that would be pampered by a man or been boss around or just a full house wife.

I awkwardly nod at him. "Nope, you are wrong. You wrote a love story with a classic tragedy at the end." So what?! It is almost a shock, and it's a romance. "It's a romance." I contest. "No, it's not. Let me tell you what's a romance story is." He pauses and stands up. He begins to move as he explains. "A romance story is a type of genre in fiction novel which places its primary focus on a relationship and romantic love between two persons. Usually emotionally satisfying and has an optimistic ending. Romance story always has a happy ending despite the challenges of your plot." Oh! I understand.

Right now, I'm working on a romantasy about a Dragonborne woman who is rejected by her fated mate and hunted to death. I also have an idea for The Ice Queen and Her Loyal Bodyguard, a forbidden romance between two people who should never fall in love. Then there's an enemies-to-lovers story about an obsessive older brother and sister who secretly team up to break up their younger siblings' relationship... only to end up falling for each other instead. And finally, a suspense romance where a college student begins to suspect that the professor she's secretly in love with may have murdered his own wife. So yes...

Alex pressed his forehead between Julian’s shoulder blades, arms wrapped around his waist like he was afraid to let go. “I can’t stop,” Alex whispered against his skin. “Even knowing she was here today. Even knowing she’s waiting at home for me to be the husband I’m not anymore.” Julian reached back, threaded their fingers together. “I know.” Alex pulled out slowly, dealt with the condom, and turned Julian around. They kissed slow and deep, tasting salt and the faint copper of bitten lips. When they broke apart, Alex rested their foreheads together. “She said the marriage is dead,” Alex said. “She’s right. But I still feel like I’m killing it twice.”

Story 13 The Shared Fantasy Sophia Pov The hotel suite was luxurious and dimly lit. Soft music played in the background. I stood between Elena and Marcus, wearing only a short silk robe that barely reached the top of my thighs. Elena was in a matching robe, her curves soft and inviting. Marcus wore just black boxer briefs, his muscular body already showing clear interest. We had been building toward this night for weeks — flirting, teasing, sharing fantasies over drinks. Tonight we made it real with a game we called **The Shared Fantasy**.

Instead, we understood more deeply: Privacy security is important; The law is the most reliable protection; Trust and communication are more important than anything in marriage; Real life never needs inappropriate subtext or messy drama. Decency, steadiness, and peace are the greatest happiness. Occasionally, when I see the long-handled grabber by the bed, I remember that afternoon I was stuck under the bed. I originally only wanted to retrieve a small anniversary gift, but in the end, I unexpectedly found the most precious things in marriage: unreserved trust, the courage to face together, and plain stability. No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordi

I wanted to heal their old wounds. That night, the hunger inside us came back with a fierce power. They did not even wait to go up to the bedroom. They took my body right there in the big, dark living room on the velvet couch. This time, the lovemaking was much slower and filled with deep emotion. They held me tightly, kissing me like I was the most precious, fragile thing in the entire world. I came many times into the quiet night, whispering Alexander and Damien’s names over and over again into the darkness.

The scent of blood and sex hung thicker in the air, as if the very walls had absorbed the excesses of the previous night. Lucian found me first. He appeared from the shadows like a dream made flesh, his dark hair tousled, emerald eyes gleaming with fresh hunger. He wore only black trousers, his sculpted chest bare and pale as moonlight. Without a word, he pulled me into his arms and claimed my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue tasted faintly of copper, reminding me of how much of my blood he had taken. “You healed beautifully,” he murmured against my lips. “But we can still smell last night on you. It makes us want more.”

Elena The clock on the mantle ticked with a rhythmic, mocking precision. Two years. Seven hundred and thirty days of sharing a bed with a man who was as much a predator as he was a husband. When the contract was signed, I told myself it was just business-a merger of two powerful families. But hearts are treacherous things. I had fallen in love with Dominic, a man whose hands were often stained with blood and whose knuckles were perpetually bruised from the "negotiations" he never spoke of.