Demiromantic Definition Novels & Stories

"She is pregnant." Dasmien spoke, his eyes on the Wrath demon. She looked back at him with hopeful eyes. "I want to make her my wife." He said, turning to Sam. A stunned silence filled the room. "What?" Sam asked, his hand finding mine again. Dasmien glanced down at our intertwined hands. "I want to make Guirita my wife. Marine demons are not monogamous. I will have several wives. Guirita will be my first."

the guy asked entering the living room. "None of your business"Damein said glaring at him. "I would like to have her for once",he said, teasing him. "She is not whore, whom i can share with you", Damien replied glaring at him. "Ohh.. Mister Damien is telling me that a girl who is with him...is not a Whore?",he asked teasingly. Damien swiftly grabbed his coller enraged,he "Call her by that name again and i will forget that you are my Brother"

I look up hearing a sigh and see Merlos placing her glass down on a nearby table. “I will never understand this yearning you all have for romance and affection. It all sounds so complex and frustrating,” she says with genuine confusion and mild disgust. “You know they have a word for people like you now.” “Bitch is hardly a new word,” she scoffs. “No, I was going to say aromantic,” I correct her. She looks at me offended, “There is absolutely nothing romantic about me. I detest the very concept.” I shake my head, “There are humans, who – much like you – experience little or no romantic attraction to people. They feel love, but the idea of romance or affection is not of interest to them. They

I replied, my voice equally as a whisper. "Fine, I will rephrase that," he whispered back to my shock, and rubbed my thigh as if to apologise for his statement. "Let me rephrase that. Adolf is not married. You can arrange for Victoria to marry him. He is also a Dakota. It would keep Demitri at bay," I heard Damien say, and I frowned, wondering what that meant. Why will the marriage keep Demitri at bay? And who is Demitri? I thought.

“To be touched by someone.” His thoughts grew hazy, tangled with flashes of the dream and the image of her, her bare skin and the way her hands had moved. He imagined her appearing, imagined what it might be like to be close to her, even in this strange, half-real way. The air around him chilled, the lights flickering as the house creaked softly. “You do not have to be afraid,” he said. “I am not ashamed of this, or of what I feel for you. I want you to see.”

“I will live the life of a recluse, like a hermit crab. I’ll come out to swim, eat, and occasionally have sex.” “You’re going to have sex?” Darya chirped, “please tell me you’re going to break the abstinence thing with Ares Winter. He’s gorgeous.” “His hair is almost grey. He’s old.” “Not old,” Dimi corrected. “He’s thirty-three, experienced and knowledgeable but not old. When I did my research on him, I found out he started going grey in college.” “Your research also shows he beds a different woman every other week.” “It says he is seen with them, not dating them.” Dimi threw out.

“Interesting….and he’s a half-breed? I heard your mom say he has some unique DNA.” “Demonic…..Father purebred demonic, Mother Luna of the Dii pack. He’s native, Apache, I think.” “Wow.” Toy sits up a little straighter and stuff, and gawps at me like she can’t quite get her head around it. “If Domi and Remi weren't quarter Angelics, I would doubt the existence of them and Demonics. I thought they were a myth. Or at least obsolete. What’s that like?”