Fanfic Romance Novels & Stories

“Fuck you.” His fingers twist, hitting that perfect, maddening angle, and I cry out, my orgasm crashing over me with brutal force. My pussy pulses around his fingers, my thighs shaking as I come, my moans loud enough that I’m sure the crowd can hear. Roman doesn’t stop. He keeps fingering me through it, drawing out every last shudder, every gasp. By the time he pulls his hand away, I’m boneless, my body spent but still craving more.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Cassandra had no option than to forgive her mother because it isn't worth it for her to be angry because of a man who doesn't care about her or his child. With love in her heart, Cassandra made up with her mother and they continued their relationship which grew stronger, their heart fixed on nothing but the child of Cassandra who will come into the world to fill in the gap Kate left twenty five years ago. ##AUTHOR'S NOTE### I'M GLAD YOU ENJOYED THE FIRST STORY. SCREW DOWN FOR STORY 2. Below is a totally different story from the one you just read. TITLE: "FORBIDDEN SUMMER FLING"ate Jelnimia's Rescuen… And if you've read it before, please,skip, and locate my other stories.

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.

But after some minutes he finally gave in to his own burning desires and since then we've made love every single day to make up for all the lost times we didn't have! And it was sweet hot, sexy, steamy and passionate and we discovered new things, new spots of our body that we liked to be touched specially him with his scars, but i showed all my love and he took it all in like a sponge and now, our sexlife is even better than before all this mess!!!. End of flashback. I'm getting out of my deep thinking by the squeezing of my hand by Riley who is waiting for my answer: "Yes I do!" I say and they pronounce us officially as husband and wife and then he lifts up my chin with his finger and looks

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

he asked. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say to you.” “Ouch,” he said, mock-clutching his chest. “And here I thought we were bonding.” The corner of my mouth tugged before I could stop it. “Stealing my fries isn’t bonding.” “Depends how you look at it,” he murmured, eyes on the road. “Some people would call it intimacy.” My pulse stuttered. I looked away quickly, forcing my gaze out the window again.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]

"You have no idea what my softball teammates talk about. We all have that special fantasy guy picked out to pop our cherries." I choke on my water and pull my hand away from hers to cover my mouth. "See?" Steph says. "She also reads romance novels, but I don't think Mom or Ty has any idea what's actually in those things." I read romance novels at her age too. Now I prefer a good mystery but hey, I never knock romance, because they were my mother's favorites. "We hooked up and he snuck out before dawn. He saw me later that morning on the bus joking around with Lane Grisham, the other kicker, and Aiden's been a jerk since. Bottom line, a rendezvous," I look at Candice when I emphasize the word