Demiromantic Definition Novels & Stories

She asks, trying to understand. “Sort of.” I think about how to explain the concept of other halves to Jamari. “Demons are whole beings by themselves, but when they find their other half they become stronger. Our other half is meant to compliment us, making us stronger in areas we might have struggled in before them.” She nods her head as if she understands. “Our other half doesn’t necessarily have to be a sexual partner, though most demons go down that road once they find them. Demons aren’t really big on monogamy, or relationships.”

"But you've hurt me before and you're fucking hurting me now" "That's what you don't get and will never get, the fact that I'm kind to you doesn't mean you'll over step your boundaries, Know where you stand Adia, you're Just the mother of my child, which was clearly not by choice" " I Know what you're doing Sebastian" Adia said smiling widely, " And…?" " You're trying to make me hate you, you're trying to make you see the demon in you, but guess what Sebastian Hunter Moreau" Adia called out calling him by his full name gaining his attention.

"He's not a student in the way we're students. He doesn't have an ulterior motive the way Lysander has an ulterior motive. But he's not separate from all of this either. He's inside it." "So are you," Nora said. "By proximity if nothing else." "Which is exactly the problem." Demi turned from the window. "I came to this island for a law degree and to help my best friend navigate a vampire engagement contract. I did not come to develop feelings for someone in the inner circle of the vampire crown prince." "Did I say feelings?" "You implied it with your face." "My face is neutral." "Your face is never neutral," Demi said. "It's just precise. There's a difference." She sat back down on the bed,

Mac approaches Demian with his eyes on Martha mac frowns; What are you doing with the girl Demian? Leave her alone, you perverted, rotten exploiter, as she is a nun, you despicable, not for fun, but only for worship, you disgusting one, so leave her so that we can secure ourselves well and so that we do not receive the curse and wrath of the Lord. You are truly a disgusting, despicable pervert. Demian sharply; Who called you disgusting, rotten, vile bat, save your words, or else I'll burn you in your place, Mac.

She mutters. "Demi," He nods. She rolls her eyes. "What do you want, Damion?" Demi says, sounding irritated. His lips curve into a smile. "I came to see you," Demi huffs. "Why are you really here?" She asks. He moves closer, and you feel the power that rolled off him. It caused my skin to get goosebumps. "You know the rules," He tells her, tilting his head. Demi sighs. "I was helping my friend Damion pick a dress for her dinner tonight. She's getting married,"

Downstairs. When I reach my ride Liam is leaning over the front door and chatting with someone through massaging. I am surprised by this attitude. Liam is also impressive and has a strange charm that attracts girls but he is still a virgin. Yup he is a virgin. He is saving himself for his mate. It’s not that he never had a girlfriend. He has his equal share of women including foreplay but he never goes beyond that.

"Natalie, can't we just talk?" "About what? How are you going to keep controlling me with drugs? Or about your upcoming wedding to Nora?" "That wedding is just business," Francis explained. "Her dad owns the ports in Westcliff. I need access to those docks." "So you're marrying her," I said flatly. He reached for my hand, his grip firm. "It's all for show. You're the one I really want." I tried to shake him off, but he would not let go. "You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out."

The atmosphere is weirdly quiet and it doesn't look like we are at a romantic dinner at all. After what feels like an eternity of suffocating silence, Demetrius finally speaks up. “My little wife has no idea about romance, whatsoever," he scoffs, his voice dripping with mock seduction. “And she entered into a contract marriage with me, little wife, how are you going to do it?" He asks with a mocking tone. I gulp down saliva, the last thing I want Demetrius to know is my ignorance about love and one thing I hate the most is being mocked or looked down upon!

“What’s your name, Petal?” “Demi. Do you have a pack, like Papa?” “No,” I said. “I’m a queen. Maybe, one day, you’ll have your own pack though.” “Sadly, she is just a Beta,” Deimos said. “But I’m sure I’ll find an Alpha willing to take her off my hands when the time comes. I doubt it though. Her aura is shit...like her worthless cunt of a mother, but-” he tapped Demi's nose -"I have a soft spot for my girls."

“Don’t worry, I’ll make myself known to you. Though I won’t look or feel the same as I do now, only you will know it is really me. It’s one of the perks of being a God.” My plan is finally in motion. I can’t wait to see Demi again. If I can’t have her then no one will, especially that wannabe god of a dragon hybrid, Ryder. I can’t wait to flip their lives upside down. Why am I so obsessed with Demi? That question is hard for me to answer. She is the only female who has ever turned down my advances. The first time she told me no, she lit a fire in me and didn’t even know it. I crave her body. I crave her touch, and I will feel her if it means I have to become someone else.