Demi Romance Novels & Stories

“And you know how to flatter a lady.” “And romantic?” “Oh…I’ll love you being romantic. I was too wasted last night.” Damian rubbed her thighs. “How many rounds, baby? How many so you can forget about every other guy in Greenwood?” Karen smiled seductively. “Let’s see how many you can go.” Damian pulled her face to him and kisses her. Karen pushed breakfast away and found his cock. He pulled down the bedsheets wrapped around her body and squeezed her breast. Karen moaned. “BDSM tonight?”

My eyes flashed down and then back up so quickly that I didn't even get a good enough look to see if he was affected by what we were watching, or if that was just how the fabric of his pants naturally bunched from the position he was in. My second glance was longer, a lot longer. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Did demons even have the same reproductive parts as humans? They had to have something based on the circle he ruled over, right? Or perhaps that was why it was Hell, to begin with. Were the humans and demons locked in a realm of eternal arousal with no outlet for relief? The theory was so close to the past week with Demetri that it might actually be true. "Little Witch," his ra

“Well, now you know, I’m as excited as you are, even though I hate his gut… the mere sight of him fucking pisses me off.” “But why? I think you like him.” Selena coughs spontaneously, almost choking in her saliva. The assertion from Demika is flummoxing, but not far from the truth. She knows it. However, she wasn’t expecting Demi to just blurt it out like that… like she has been caught red-handed in a forbidden act. Her face instantly turns red. “Stop spewing nonsense… what would you know about werewolf romance as a human.”

Demi smirks at me as I walk back over. "Your lips are red! You kissed him!" He says excitedly as I sit down. "He made me give him his number too," I say and Demi almost squeals. "What's his name? What was his kissing like? Did you do more? Is he Italian?" Demi fires questions and I have to put my hand over his mouth to stop him. "His name is Vincent Romano. His kissing was amazing. We didn't do more. And he's very Italian, his English is good but a little broken," I say and Demi smiles.

"I haven't heard that name in many years." "Stop. Don't go there." I lifted my eyes from my glass in time to see Charli's golden stare. By the shadows running through it, I knew she now saw what I'd warned her about. Oren Demetri was the devil. "Excuse me," she said. "Is it a bad time for me to return?" I finished the glass of wine, placed it on the table and stood. "No. Your timing is perfect. We're going." Oren stood. "I would so enjoy getting to know you better. It seems that Lennox has other plans."

“True. Sorry. I just wished he had stayed around longer. It would’ve given me a better example of good men.” “Wll, when it’s your time to go you can’t bargain for more time. I know he’s at peace. Instead of suffering.” “That’s true. He was in so much pain before. That’s why you’re the hopeless romantic.” “I bet you Zaine will change your mind. You’ll be a romantic too. I feel it in my soul.” Demi knew Victoria was right about seventy percent of the time but she refused to think that there was at least one great guy out there for her. It couldn’t have been him. Lightening would have to strike for her to believe him.

“Sienna, you need to shut your fucking mouth. You didn’t catch me looking at you. I can’t even remember what you were wearing last night.” “Oh, come on Ryder. We both know the truth.” Demi pulled away from me. Clenching her teeth, she eyed Sienna angrilly The next thing I knew Demi had totally morphed. My breath caught in my throat. The sight in front of me was heart stopping. Had I forgotten that Demi was a Keres? Gone was the hospital gown. She looked like a warrior princess with a white bodice with matching shorts and a gold paneled belt making the outfit look more like a short dress. She wore golden high heel boots that rose up to the knees. The golden gauntlets on her forearms were for

The smile on his lips offered comfort but it didn't mask the worry in his eyes as he peered at me as if dissecting my soul to find out my deepest secrets and I stood there aloof lost for words not knowing what to answer to the question. "I am Dmitri." He cleared his throat, his hand going to the back of his neck, fingers scratching nervously, "What do you go by?" "Demi." I whispered slowly, finally speaking, "I am Demi." "My, your name is as gorgeous as you are." His smile brightened and my cheeks reddened at the undeserved compliment, "Befitting name for a damsel." A damsel? I wasn’t a damsel. I knew I wasn't a damsel but my cheeks still reddened at the compliment.

He whispers low and dangerous, stepping closer. The movement snaps me out of the trance and I move back. Ignoring the way my body ignites at his closeness. “Where’s Damien?” He pull back but the tension in the air floats around us. Impossible to ignore. When I walk past him my shoulder brushes his chest and I shiver from the contact. I keep my face neutral and walk out the bathroom. The smell lessens though not completely gone and I can finally breathe again. When I see Damien he’s a mask of fury. “What’s got you panties in a twist.” I ask him lowly.

“When women were traded like currency? When various villages were underdeveloped? Many things were swept under the carpet and I've been trying to bring them out, fix them and place them where they rightfully belong.” ‎ ‎Her lips tremble. “You twist my words-” ‎ ‎“I untangle lies,” I cut in. I turn to Lord Dimitri. “Your wife, Lady Nyfa, handles a project for me concerning the empowerment of underprivileged werewolves and demons in the kingdom. Yet you boldly undermine my rule and achievements as Queen who has been in power for mere months!”