Fanfic Romance Novels & Stories

She raised her heart-shaped ass up to meet his frenzied thrusts and tried to keep her shrill screams of pleasure somewhat muted in the early morning silence. Marcy recovered quickly and watched the tableau with rising passion. Her own anus was quivering and remained still gaped after her own recent anal impalement but she was caught up in being witness to the mulatto girl's anal penetration only inches from her face. The kinky businesswoman pushed her beautiful face into the point of coupling and kissed and licked both the vampire chief and the trembling mulatto girl with her fevered lips and greedy tongue. Lafitte chuckled and shoved all four of his fingers into the human's gaped anus. It w

At least I hope he is. When I finish the burrito, I lean back on the couch and grab my e-reader from the coffee table. A new book in my favorite Boy Band series released a few days ago, and I've waited to start. Every woman who reads romance has her favorite genre. Billionaires, vampires, sports stars, the list goes on and on, but for me it's musicians. Moody rockers to be precise. I'd never date one in real life... well except the DJ incident a few months ago. In reality, musicians are way too moody. But in books I get the best parts of them without having to live with drug overdoses and the cheating.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

Chapter 161 The First Real Fuck Sophie’s POV The next few days after that first night were pure torture wrapped in sweetness. Ryan and I could barely keep our hands off each other whenever we were alone, but we still had to act normal around everyone else. Taking stolen kisses in his car. His hand sliding up my thigh under the dinner table with our friends. Every secret touch made me wetter than the last. I felt like a completely different person. My best friend had awakened something filthy and greedy inside me, and I could not get enough.

I absolutely hate when wolves use my full name, but my inner beast is secretly shocked he actually bothered to remember it. He shoves his massive hands into his pockets, towering over my sitting form like some ancient pack deity. His blue eyes drop down to scan the cover of my book—it's a super explicit, feral wolf smut novel. It's my absolute favorite comfort read, the exact book that dragged my wolf into the world of erotic wolf romance. It's basically my version of zoning out after a brutal week. A wicked, dirty smirk spreads across his full lips. "You like dominant alpha kink, pup?"

data-p-id=82eca71f7ac217849f3ba1383a595493,style=text-align:left;,"Whatever for?" data-p-id=d7e46828d3303f4c88e9ca7ef6cf5b82,style=text-align:left;,"For changing my life. For loving me. For being the kind of wife and mother any man could only dream about. For filling all the holes in my heart and making it feel so full that I fear it might burst of happiness."

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

“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

Hello All You Beautiful People! I hope you've enjoyed the Xena-Axel chemistry so far. I just wanted to drop by and thank you all for reading my books. Also, just a gentle reminder, it is fictional romance and 'mej written by women' at the end of the day. I need to include a few bumps and flaws to ensure the plot and character development is interesting enough to keep you all hooked. I hope you have liked the book so far and continue to enjoy it further.

kenzie said as I stared at her "oh gimme a break, love at first sight seriously?" I said "yeah it's romantic" kenzie added "ew, gross" I blute out cause the word disgust me "you see quincy here is a no love life type so she doesn't understands love" Gianna said to kenzie as she hand quotes the no love life type word. "Awwwn that bad" kenzie said in a sad tone "okay enough of this love talk am starving" she said as her stomach rumbled loudly making us laugh.