Demi Romance Novels & Stories

Did he mean Adam and him? Demi was beautiful. She had a heart-shaped face, sapphire eyes, a small nose, full pink lips, long straight blonde hair, and was curvy. Her skin was a glowing honey shade as if a goddess came down from the heavens and gave birth to her. I didn’t want to be jealous, but seeing her beside Henry made me realize how unmatched I was for him. She and Henry would make a better couple. My heart sank in insecurity. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Julia.” She extended a hand to me. I accepted it with my sweaty palms. I almost shrank when I touched her soft hands.

The best description of her is diplomatic, business-savvy, and meticulous, while the downside is obnoxious, chattery, and impatient. In preparation for Demi's time with me at the cottage, Omega Mary-Jean made a dinner of slicked and spicy lamb noodles sided with cauliflower with roasted tomatoes, parsley, and bread crumbs. I asked Forbes and Sages for privacy. They were around but kept out of sight. Demi wore a silver-beaded backless short dress that was almost visible to the skin and her brunette hair was loose with stylish layers. Before taking her seat, she leaned down to kiss me on the cheek. Her round breasts peek through the cleavage line as her nipples print prominently. Nothing in my

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

Lena trembled in my arms, her body limp, her breath shaky. Mine. My fingers trailed along her spine, slow, possessive. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?" I murmured. She didn’t answer. Didn’t fight me. She couldn’t. I turned her in my arms, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes were distant, glazed over with the horror of what she had done. But there was something else there too. Something dark. Something that would grow. I grinned. I brushed my lips over hers—not quite a kiss, more of a claim.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

She tried to mask it by taking a sip of her coffee, but the warmth spreading across her chest wasn’t from the drink. After a moment, she cleared her throat, trying to shift the mood. “You know…” she began, her eyes gleaming with mischief, “you completely ruined my image of you.” Damon tilted his head, feigning curiosity. “Oh? And what image is that?” “That you’re cold, bossy, and only good at making me annoyed.” She tapped her fingers against the mug, lips curling. “Turns out you’re secretly a romantic.” He chuckled lowly, the sound rich and smooth. “Don’t get used to it.”

Damon said. “Now we were going to ask you for an update but maybe we should ask the underbride to be.” Before Young could protest or stop him, Diamanté had reanimated Asha with a snap of his fingers. Asha nearly choked on the wine and words she had been sipping and saying at the swift change, taking in the familiar faces from the bookstore that now sat at the table and the frozen restaurant patrons. Diamanté waved his fingers at Asha teasingly and asked, “how goes the progress to you joining in unholy matrimony with our dear Blood?”

" Ximena did not dare speak. She simply pulled free from my hand and walked toward him. Suddenly, her voice echoed inside my mind. "I'm sorry, Samuel. I lied to you. The moment the soul nail was removed, I regained all my memories. But no one has ever treated me as well as you have. You restored my appearance, found my shoes, and protected me. Thank you. "But Derrick… is my real husband. I can never escape him." It turned out this was the truth. Ximena had been bought by Derrick as a child. Officially, he 'adopted' her, but in reality, she was raised to become his future wife. Derrick was a whole 12 years older than her.

As we argued, the Rolls rolled to a stop at my family’s villa. Demi stepped out, with soft dress, gentle smile, the picture of angelic obedience. I laughed inside. Cassian, there. Your perfect little doll. Demi spoke sweetly: “I just came back from church. I confessed on behalf of my sister, asking the Lord to forgive her prideful temperament.” Cassian’s gaze shifted to me, the message in his eyes unmistakable: Look at her. Now look at you. Worlds apart.

Christina sneered. “I just wanted to remind you that you are a person of dignity. Being someone else’s mistress is not your strong point!” Serena said before kicking her chair as she stood up.