Dystopian Romance Novels & Stories

Chapter Eleven – Dreams That Burn Caelum’s POV It was the kind of dream that left a man hard, sweating, and guilty all at once. I was inside her. Ardyn. Bent over the marble counter in my private bathroom, water misting from the still-running shower, her palms flat, her body trembling, her breath sharp and broken like she was drowning in me. I was buried so deep I forgot my own name, only the sound of hers clawing at my throat like a sin I couldn’t confess.

Her arms tightened around his shoulders as he walked them inside; his mouth still locked on hers, their breath mixing like a flame rising from stone. He kicked the door closed behind them. Inside, the villa was quiet. The sounds of waves grew distant, replaced by the soft pad of his bare feet across the marble floor. Alexander opened their bedroom door with one hand, never breaking the kiss. The moment he laid her down on the bed, the world fell away. Dysis looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded and sultry. Her cheeks flushed. Wet strands of hair clung to her neck. Her body was sprawled against the white sheets, the red bikini vivid against the backdrop like a slash of fire.

#ForbiddenHeirs Aiden sat on his balcony, the skyline burning gold and silver. His phone buzzed endlessly—friends, enemies, strangers clawing for a piece of him. He didn’t answer any. He should have hated Dante more than ever. He should have sworn never to touch him again. But all he could taste was the kiss. All he could feel was the fire it lit in him, a fire that wouldn’t go out no matter how he tried to smother it. And he hated himself most of all for wanting more.

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"Hi, I'm Dexter. I approached you ' coz I saw you walking and you're not partying so I guess that we could chitchat a little you know?" I gladly accept his offer because he look so nice and he’s handsome to just like Vin. If i can’t sleep with Vin then I’m sleeping with Dexter. Well it’s not bad to sleep with him because I can see that he has a big dick because of his tight short. Just thinking of it I’m already wet what more if we did it. I kissed him on the lips and tried to suck his bottom lip, but didn't succeed. He keeps his mouth shut tightly.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

“It’s… complicated.” “Complicated means hot,” she says, eyes sparkling. “It’s Damien Wolfe,” I mutter. Maya gasps so hard I’m afraid she might choke. “Mr. Penthouse?! Mr. Tall, dark, ruined-your-womb-with-a-glance Damien Wolfe?!” I groan. “You make it sound worse.” She grabs a pillow and clutches it dramatically. “Girl, you are playing with the kind of fire that burns souls. That man is a volcano in a suit.”

Jude. When I woke up yesterday morning nowhere in realm of my dreams did I think I will take Hopes virginity never even thought she was virgin she's been dating that low life for years now. I hated him I hated that he got to touch her honey coloured skin her beautiful caramel curls , her eyes God those Hazel eyes stare into the depths of my soul I would have done anything to watch her eyes rollback as I gave her pleasure with my cock I instantly get hard. I got to have her again getting that cocaine was the best decisions I ever made somehow I knew she will

“Like it’s just another war you have to control.” “It is.” “No,” she said firmly. “It stopped being just that the moment you kissed me.” Silence. Deep. Heavy. Unavoidable. “And now?” she asked. His breath slowed. “Now it’s complicated.” Nyra almost laughed—but there was no humor in it. “Complicated?” she repeated. “That’s what you’re calling this?” “What do you want me to call it?” She didn’t hesitate. “Real.” The word settled between them like something fragile and dangerous.

I lifted my hands to his chest, pressed against the warmth of him, and whispered, “I love you, Ethan. I’ve always—” He quieted me with his lips. A slow, sensual kiss that was full of morning, full of sunlight, full of home. The way he kissed me now wasn’t rushed or needy. It was almost...sacred. The kind of kiss that seeps into your very soul and stays there. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing against him as if I could never get close enough. “I’ve been dreaming of this,” he whispered between kisses. “Of you in my arms like this. No walls. No fear. Just us.”