Contemporary Romance Novels 2016 Novels & Stories

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

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Because twenty minutes earlier, while Rafael was still recovering on the couch, I had opened the Concierge app and placed a new order: Second companion. Tall. Heavily built. Tattooed. Rough and nasty. High stamina. No limits. I wanted to be greedy tonight. I had barely finished my second lobster tail when the knock came. My pussy throbbed in anticipation. “Answer the door,” I told Rafael, licking butter from my fingers.

“Jealous? What do you mean? Why are you jealous? And who is 'you guys'?” He leaned back against the bench, staring up at the stars. “Probably because literally everyone around me is dating except me.” “What do you mean?” I asked, my heart skipping a beat. “You’re dating. Even Ezekiel is dating someone. Plus, this girl from my master’s program is dating some random hot dude. Why is everyone in a relationship? Ugh.” He grunted, sounding genuinely frustrated. My eyes widened and I swallowed hard. “Who told you that? How do you know Ezekiel is dating?”

“You need to go, Scarlett. Now.” She nodded, her cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and a thrilling, defiant heat. She turned and fled. It did nothing to quell the storm he had unleashed inside her. The memory of the kiss, the possessive grip of his hands, the wrecked sound of his voice, it was too much to process, yet a hunger had been awakened that demanded more. The following week, there was a seminar on power asymmetries in the modern novel felt like a special kind of torture. The subject matter which once would have been a purely intellectual exercise, now felt like a personal, pointed critique.

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Arabella’s pulse skipped instantly. Lord Emerson sent flowers? Mrs. Whitmore placed them gently inside a vase near the window. “There was no note, my lady.” Of course, there was not. Still… Arabella could not stop staring at the roses after the housekeeper left. No man had ever sent her flowers before. Not even her husband. Especially not her husband. Slowly, she rose from bed and walked toward the arrangement. They were deep crimson roses, soft and rich in color. Beautiful. Her fingertips brushed the petals gently.

“Text me when you’re done with the group photos. I’ll find us another corner… or maybe drag you into a bathroom.” “After the cake cutting,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear, “I’m bending you over in the coat room. Want to fuck you while everyone’s distracted.” “Possessive much?” I teased, but my cock was already interested again. “Very.” His hand squeezed my ass openly for a second. “You’re mine this weekend. Say it.” “I’m yours,” I said quietly, meeting his intense stare. “But you better make good on all these promises.” “I always do.”

Before I can respond, another voice suddenly interrupts from the doorway. “Well, that explains the dramatic atmosphere.” I turn instantly. And irritation immediately floods me. Selene. She walks into the room gracefully, dressed in a tight silver dress that smells heavily of jasmine oil and ambition. Jax instantly dislikes her presence. “She wants attention.” Selene’s eyes briefly flick toward Jasmine before returning to me. “Word is spreading quickly through the pack,” she says casually. “People are curious.” I narrow my eyes. “And?” “And curiosity becomes dangerous when wolves are afraid,” she says softly. “Especially after hearing there’s a cursed prophecy involved.”

And now, this… A quiet life by the sea. A soft-faced Omega gazing at him as though he hung the moon over the tide. A village willing to protect a stranger because they’ve decided he belongs to one of their own. I zoom in slightly. The arch is wrapped in white flowers, simple, romantic, in a way I would normally dismiss as sentimental nonsense. But tonight, I let myself study it properly. Leander Voss, heir to a corporate empire, is marrying beneath a handmade arch in some forgotten coastal village with sand still clinging to the path. If Elena could see this, she would cry. If the board knew, they would panic. If the press saw it, they would feast.