Demiromantic Definition Novels & Stories

"He also told me about akharus and usemis." "Just akharu and usemi. You don't say the 's.'" "Well, he told me about idimmu, too, these half-breeds. They are known by other names, too, like sirens. He said I was one, but different. And that you are like me." "A siren is a type of idimmu. A siren can force you to do or feel things that you don't want to. Peter thinks you are making me feel drawn to you."

"You haven't got a look of horror on your face so I will take that as a good sign." She whipped her head around to look at him, her hair fanning out around her head. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes caught his. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and his dark eyes had turned predatory. Dangerous. The look in his eyes caused a stirring between her legs. There was no question in her mind what exactly he was. Rothdam Dimitri - the Dom. The thought excited her more than she would have imagined.

“What are Deminis wolf ?” I raised my brows, confused. The witch looked at me with a wry smile. “They are male and female wolves joined together by the moon goddess herself because they had a tragic love story in their past lives. No matter what, they will end up together in this new life making them powerful.” She explained. Herald looked at her as though she had grown two heads and then he looked at me. “Wow, so you have a soulmate now.” He asked irritatedly but I said nothing in response. He looked back at Becca.

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.

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 couldn’t even form proper words anymore, just desperate, blabbering sounds as Damien ruined him. Damien leaned over him, biting the back of his neck hard enough to make Elias whimper. He fucked into him even harder. “I’m going to breed this hole every single day while they’re gone,” Damien growled against his skin. “Pump you full of cum until you’re leaking me for hours. Until you can’t think about anything else but taking my load.” The filthy words hit Elias like a shockwave. His whole body tightened. “Ahh…! Mmmh—! Damien…!” he moaned, voice cracking. “I… I can’t… it’s too much… unngh…!”