Demi Romance Novels & Stories

“The heck? You only danced with a few men and you’ve forgotten your mate that quickly?” I flinch grandly to see Zorien frowning at me, and I mouth a nervous apology, telling him about his cousin I met just now. Zorien tells me he’s got four male cousins and just Kitra as his only female one. But it’s just the shy kid in attendance today. Ah, and he’s called Damon. ~

If he messed up, I'd be the one facing the fallout. Demi quickly followed me. When we were just a step away from Hayden, she whispered, "Keira, even if I can't mess around with him, it's nice to just get close and smell him." I was at a loss for words. Demi had been working with me for two years, and I never knew she was so lustful, almost to the point of having no boundaries. Hayden, Eugene, and I arrived at the site. Since Eugene had already sent him an email detailing the issues, Hayden immediately started working on the adjustments.

His brows furrowed, and just when he's about to go out in the room, Demie came out from the bathroom— on her red silk satin bathrobe that ends on her mid-thighs. Suddenly, the temperature in the room went hot. Sandro can't help himself but gaze upon an exquisite and ravishing woman in red in front of him. From her slightly open mouth that made him lick his lips, and his eyes followed the droplet of water from her wet hair that went to her visible cleavage. Sandro can see her round breasts that are under the bathrobe that made his c*ck screaming. And the mouth-watering sweet scent of Demie is urging Sandro to have a taste of it. And prove that they taste as sweet as they smell. Just by thinki

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

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.”

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

And as the wedding day drew closer I could feel the last real pieces of myself breaking away, scattered like ash from something that had already burned. Soon there would be nothing left but the perfect bride. The perfect wife. The perfect doll. Unless I found the courage to set fire to everything. ----- Miranda is the only person in this story who loves Georgia without wanting anything from her. Hold onto that. It matters later. -- J

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

I catch every alphabet written on it and I narrowed my eyes as I try to remember if I ever see the same thing written somewhere. The familiarity of the way the name was written left me in confusion. It couldn't be- Dominic interrupted me make me shift from staring at the piece and off my thought. "Do you like it?" my lips instantly curved a smile at the question before correcting him, "I love it... I think I want this" Dominic clap his hand excitedly again. "Is this one of Nicolas?" I stop the overly excited man as he begins to walk away from me into the closed-door room.