Demi Romance Novels & Stories

The lodge doors burst open, letting out a wave of warmth, laughter—and her. Sebastian froze. She walked out like she owned the snow beneath her boots. Long dark hair spilled from a wool hat, her coat cinched at the waist, confidence in every step. She was beautiful in a way that felt intentional. Dangerous. Her eyes scanned the area sharply, calculating exits. Sebastian’s hand twitched toward a gun that wasn’t there. Because he knew her. Nyra Valen. Mafia queen. Strategist. His biggest rival. And apparently… a Christmas tourist.

I had already surrendered to the fate written for me by the Moon Goddess, when suddenly, the door creaked open again. “Caleb?” My voice came out throaty, barely above a whisper. Despite the situation and all that I’d heard, a part of me still hoped it was the man I had fallen in love with, strolling through the doors and rushing to my side, just as he did the first day when I fell to the floor. “You still haven’t learned your lesson, have you?” Demi’s sultry voice cut through the silence as she reentered the room, her hips swaying with confidence.

From where he sat, Damien had occasional glimpses of some tables clustered together in the far corner near the dance floor, and who should be seated at one of them but his lovely, wonderful, sexy bride. Weren’t they a pair to remember? A real honeymoon should involve a bed and a shower for two, in Damien’s opinion. Or even a jacuzzi. Instead, they were in the local bar. Separately. Then again, this wasn’t a true marriage, so he should leave all thoughts of a true honeymoon far, far behind him. Still, as much as he wanted to deny it, saying those generic vows made possibilities available, intimate possibilities they shouldn’t indulge. But the tantalizing options still lingered in his brain...

Something passes between us, that two-year language we've built, and she raises an eyebrow. "I want to watch her ride you," Demi says, "while I sit on her face." My whole body clenches. "Yes," I say immediately. Soleil lies back. I climb over him and Demi takes his cock in her hand and guides him to my entrance and I sink down and we all exhale at once. Full and stretched and my eyes roll back and Demi kisses my shoulder blade. "Good?" she asks. "So good." I brace my hands on his chest. "So unbelievably..."

❞ she said that he wasn't too surprised because it's normal for a woman to read romance novels, but he didn't think that erotic romance was her favorite. Suddenly Daem was sweating profusely, as hot as his situation, to the point where he could hardly breathe. ❝Especially those scenes of one night stands, a strangers that make love at first then meet again by chance❞ she said, something he doesn't like because his situation is getting worse. Daem immediately stood up, which caused Angel to step back. Angel was staring at him, and there he did not lose. Daem also dare to stare into her eyes, but only for a moment because he might not be able to bear it.

“Hey! Aren’t you going overboard? Lamont Wolf specializes in comedy, and this is a romance flick!” Demi just retorted calmly, “Even if he specializes in comedy, it doesn’t matter. It’s not as if actors who specialize in comedy can’t date anyone. In any case, I just don’t want to work with you. I’m fine with anyone else.” “You’re just biased against me!” “Well, you’re the same!” “I—”

The room was full of noise and laughter amongst the few groups of friends. Demi and her minions sat at the table next to the footballers. Demi was your typical mean girl. She was beautiful and stylish, with long wavy blonde hair that bounced down her back and flawless bright skin. She was the kind of girl that all the guys wanted, and all the girls wanted to be. She would prance down the hall with her short skirts and high heels, as everyone else stepped out of her way. You would never catch me in clothes so short and tight, no one would want to see that anyway.

What’s with the Russo crap am I not a De Leone or is there some kind of special ceremony where I gain the title like back in the old days where people would fight to the death. "Hey Babyface please call me Demi, or Demitria, which is my name by the way. Miss Russo sounds so formal and makes me feel old and I'm not old. Do I look old to you" his eyes travel the short length of my body then back up to meet my eyes after taking a pit stop on my chest. ‘My eyes are up here asshole’ I think to myself when his eyes stay on my chest a little longer than necessary. "No. As you wish Miss Demi" I roll my eye at the miss part but I don't miss the way his eye scan my body again before we continue to wal

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.