Fanfic Romance Novels & Stories

I'll make mine. - RP is a very exciting tale that includes Romance, Adventure, YA/NA, Fantasy, Sci fi (in other books), Action and maybe even Horror. So If you're ready for his Action-Adventure packed book... READ ON.

How disgusting. Waiting for Marissa to make dinner, I read a romance novel from my favorite author in my room. Spread across the bed on my stomach, I start to fantasize that the characters in my book are Dean and I and we are in the middle of passionate love making. Overheating and wetting myself, I get off the bed and strip.

My Professor's Obsession PURE ENGLISH VERSION Written by: AdicQueen09 Genre: Romance/ Adult Fiction 18+ This book is a work of fiction , Names and Characters , Some places and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are used factitiously , Any resemblance to actual events , places or persons , living or dead is entirely coincidence. WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURED CONTENTS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship.

yeah, moaned in protest. My God, I can’t believe that he is kissing me! Erik Romano Fancii, the President of the Fancy Pants Club, a man whose heart is made of stone, is kissing me. Kissing me like he was branding every fiber of my being! But punishing, bruising, forceful or any other synonyms you could find in a dictionary, that’s what his kiss was. That’s what his initial kiss felt like until he slowed and moved like he was kneading a special bread or making a fragile vase. His hold on my face loosened a bit; fingers turn relaxed.

Because I knew exactly who the story was about. The professor was tall. Wore black. Had “cut glass eyes” and a “disdain for fools.” He drank black coffee and corrected grammar in love letters. The girl was nineteen. She sat in the front row. Always stayed late. Bit her lip when nervous. Her thighs were “soft and trembled when she came.” It was her. It was Mira. She’d written a fantasy. About me. About me taking her. ⸻

As we say goodbye and draw the curtains of Pains of Amara, lets welcome Nicole and Raphael story in: A MAFIA'S POSSESSION Anticipate my new story "A Mafia's Possession" A dark mafia romance of two star crossed lovers. Take care you all!

"This romance condition will be limited to outside the room or the same rule will apply in the room." Kabir dada stared at her angrily, but she stared at him without taking her eyes off him. "Of course you want to shorten your stay here." She spoke with satisfaction. "It's not a matter of staying long or short. Just remember that as long as i stay here, don't try to stop me from doing any of your work. Out of a dream, you call me a mistress. It doesn't matter to me. I want to occupy this dormitory and here I should have the rights of a wife and that's it."

"I am lonely most of the time. But now I have you. I won't be lonely anymore" She came closer to him placing both of her hands on his cheeks,stared into his eyes,he stared back. There seemed to be a change of atmosphere at that point. It became a romantic atmosphere. He gently placed his hands around her waist. She got closer,her face just an inch away from his and she gave him a kiss on his lips. It was so magical that he had to close his eyes. She continued kissing,this time she focused on the lower lip,then then upper lip and he picked up the pace from there. They kissed each other's lips so passionately until Jane let out a slight moan. He then went further to kiss her neck,while squeezi

Had she been truly reluctant, the scenario wouldn’t have been fun or sexy. Tiernan rejoined her on the bed, stroking and kissing her to storm her castle, so to speak. Her breathing grew ragged, and her cheeks flushed, but she held out a long time before giving him any other response. It wasn’t until his hand had brought her almost to orgasm that she finally crumbled, moaning and arching against him. After that, they fell together in a frantic heap, both eager for the other.

I feel so lonely. His sad look and hard words touched Maria's heart. I can hug you if you want. She kneels down to him, wraps him in a warm embrace, not at all gratuitous, both two were carried away by their passions, and ended up giving each other a long and intense kiss, apparently of hormonal reconciliation, the passion seemed to take them to another level. But she cuts the romantic course, arguing that she will not forget everything she saw, and lived. She tries to leave, he takes her arm and asks who she is, she tells him her full name and again reminds him that she saved his life, he thanks her but reiterates who you really are, she replies; - Don't you see, I am your Karma and you are