Fanfic Naruhina Romance Novels & Stories

With a final, deep thrust, he unloaded once more, filling her until cum dripped down her thighs. He collapsed over her, untying the scarf and rubbing her wrists gently, his rough edges softening in aftercare. Elina turned in his arms, nuzzling his chest. In the quiet intimacy of their bedroom, surrounded by the evidence of their passion, Francis held her close, their bond forged in fire and desire.

He added as a tender silence fell between us, our attention focused on one another as his thumb began to lightly trail the curve of my bottom lip. Our gaze didn’t waver from each other as his lips slightly parted and he slightly inched closer until his body was almost plush against mine. But the scuffling off his boot along the dry mud snapped me out of my daze, causing me to remember he already had a lover that claimed him first and my gaze wandered to where Nina was lying on the floor. Even in the dark, the glow of the moonlight shone on her face, and I could see that she was still awake, and her eyes were boring onto us, watching our interaction. Her chest was heaving with heavy breaths,

I feel itchy, sore, happy, and hungry for more. "Nuri... Don't stop..." Nuri speeded up, my breathing more rapid. I held him and felt the tension and sweat on his back and chest. “F.uck me hard, Nuri.” Nuri is like a victorious general who conquers me, makes me groan, and makes me o.rgasm. My wall wraps around his member, passing my love and joy to him. The future is hard to predict, but we have each other right now, and that's enough.

I slowly wake up to the feeling of weightlessness and soft fingers combing through my hair. Nuray’s scent is all around me and I quickly sit up smiling ready to reach out and hug her, but instead of her familiar fulvous aura sitting next to me, I see a bright fuchsia with silver aura and I’m now suddenly aware of the scent of summer rain. My heart instantly sinks. For the smallest moment, I forgot Nuray was gone. For just a moment I thought she was here beside me.

Nina was in the passenger seat, humming along to a song on the radio and munching on chips she swore she wasn’t going to eat. We were supposed to make a quick run to the East Ridge border — drop off a pack of moon herbs for Beta Lorne. Nothing dangerous, nothing exciting. Just a sister errand. But Nina never let anything be boring. “So,” she said, crunching loud enough to make me glare, “how’s your little love story going?” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t start.” “Don’t start what?” she grinned, kicking her feet on the dashboard. “You’re the one texting him every two seconds. Nigel this, Nigel that. ‘Oh, he sent me a moon emoji, maybe he means—’”

It was raining, just as Yuki breathed her last. There, Fūma was broken; he was destroyed. He just kept on hugging the girl he loved. He continued like that until dawn came, and the rain began to subside. He then stood up, lifting the fragile body in his arms, and turned towards the cherry tree and the sunrise light before walking away, carrying his beloved. No one knows what was on his mind when he gazed at the tree. No one knows for sure... where the man stepped and carried the body of his lover. Nobody really saw the man again. But we all know he was alive. He still lives up to now among all of us. That was where he was.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

Naara monologues to herself as she enters the walk-in closet while holding Early's clothes one by one which is hanging there. The girl takes the black shirt which is her favorite, because when he wears it, Early looks so handsome many times over. The man with the appearance of an angel with a cruel heart is the nickname Naara gives him. The girl wears a wide smile. She suddenly remembers the text the man has sent her. She has to admit that she misses arguing with him. Her days feel less colorful without Early's presence. Without realizing it, Naara has started to depend on the man's presence in her life.

Rina refused to be that lady again. “Just in case you didn’t understand what the motion read,” Finn started, walking closer to Rina. She looked up at him, suddenly remembering what had made her fall for him in the first place. Finn was a dashing young man, with a slender pointed nose, grey eyes, and lips to die for. His gait reminded her of every good thing, so much so that she had opted to spend the rest of her life with him.

“That isn’t an option. Our arrangement has ended, Nina. What can I give you?” “Your heart. Or just your body. I want everything, Tiernan. Please don’t send me away.” Madison’s chest tightened at the pathetic words, more with empathy than sympathy. She could all too easily imagine Nina’s heartbreak at being discarded. How soon before she would know how it felt directly? “Nina, get off me.” There was the sound of two bodies interacting, followed by a small cry from Nina. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I don’t want you touching me.”