Exotic Love Novel Novels & Stories

Munroe peeled off the tabs, set them aside, and then plopped next to Sloan. "While we wait." Elijah pulled a chair closer. "You can tell us why you're here and exiled or whatever. Are you a criminal or something?" "I am not a criminal the way you think," Munroe chuckled. "And really, it is not much of a story. I will give you the short version." Munroe stretched his shoulders. "I fell in love with a human. The rules were that I could not have her. I was discovered sneaking here and stripped of my titles and lands. I was banished and told I had gone mad for my lust for a pleasure slave."

This was like a dream come true for Amy. Bryan, the only man she desires, the love of her life, her heart beat, was kissing her. His kiss was so much different from that of Kyle. His kiss was passionate, it was filled with love and longing, like he too wanted it.

Walking deeper into the library to find a perfect hiding place where Ed wouldn't see her. She walked out of their class when he was busy with his friends, so she had the library for herself, for just a few minutes though. She sat down on the floor, kept her bag and she quickly dung on her food. A book on the shelf near her was pink in color, so it caught her eye. She picked it up and read out the name. "Wrongly Loved or Loved Wrongly." A novel? Books were her second friend after mom, she'll read anything or everything that caught her eye.

It was a tiny prick ar first, followed by warmth and then… Ecstasy. I swore my body had lifted to the heavens, meeting face to face with the moon goddess. My body shook, trembling from it all. The bite, the pleasure of him continuously moving inside me despite the tish I had already felt. If this was how I died, it was enough. “Asher." I screamed out, or believed I did. The amount of pleasure I felt was unbound and I couldn't think. But I had said it and knew the moment he replied in turn “Ariezel."

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I owe you. His eyes were bloodshot. "That's why I came looking for you. I wasn't going to run away from our wedding. I knew you were my bride. You're my only bride in this lifetime." I used to love romance novels, where the female lead had finally had enough, left the male lead, and he spent the rest of his life desperately chasing after her. It always seemed so satisfying, watching the male lead regret, suffer, and realize just how much he had lost.

He retrieved the novel and red the title out loud. “Forcefully Wedded, ruthlessly loved by the Billionaire Mafia.” “What type of book is this, is it about naked people?” He teased, he was referring to the barely dressed couples on the cover page who looked like they were actually having sex. “It’s a dark romance.” I said shyly. “How dark is it?” He asked. “Oh! The Male lead is unhinged and a total red flag. He reminds me of you.” “So I am unhinged and a total red flag?” He asked, leaning towards me.

"I left my world, my family, my kind to be with the love of my life, I thought all I needed was love, I never knew love is not enough. Betrayal is real in the journey of love. I love dan, I gave him my heart, but he betrayed me, he chose his kind over me, he believed in their words over me. It hurts, seeing who I abandoned my kind for, couldn't abandon his for me. It felt like a dagger was struck into my heart when he looked into my eyes and called me evil, just like her kind. I have nothing left for me in the human world again, I'm going back to my world. My love failed," Tears pricked up from Jeanne's eyes as she read the epilogue of the novel in her hands, she just finished reading ''MY L

I want that to happen. My arms are itching to call around a waist, pushing out towards me so I can give her a big hug, my skin itching to feel hers-The warmth and the softness. The pads of my finger are itching to feel hot angelic face, her lips, her jaw, and her neck. I want to hold a hand, to take a whole life and lead afterwards Utopia, West sadness and pain and all the negativity does not exist but happiness and perfection. I want to feel a lips pressed against mine, molding into one with mine. I want to feel the passion, the emotion she pours into that case, the kiss that will blow our heads off. My heart wants to be synchronized with hers.

“Don’t get me wrong. I love being Mrs Lorenzo, it’s just…you know, people seeing me like a celebrity or someone very important when they don’t actually know me. It’s like being Mrs Lorenzo is a title, and I find it unpleasant.” I can’t relate. Things she seems to hate are the things most people of her status seem to love. When I said she’s different, this is what I mean. Some might think she married Lorenzo because of his wealth, and here she is saying she feels uncomfortable because of Lorenzo’s wealth. She’s interesting, and I want to know more about her. If she hates things like this, then what does she love? She still gets excited about a million dollar car, when she has a lot of millio