Fanfiction Ideas Romance Novels & Stories

How would I be able to become independent on my own and leave that annoying prison I call a house away from the evil bitch and her mother. If I agree to be his lover I will only be just a meaningless hookup to him and am sure he won't have feelings for a girl like me. Who am I kidding... Fairly tale don't exist in real life just on TV and story books. What was I thinking he would be the rich ,handsome Prince charming to sweep me off my feet ,fall in love and leave happily ever after. I really need to discuss this with somebody ...not to make the wrong decision. Ha! Angela...why didn't I think of that.

Felicia, his long-time companion, sat on his lap, her body pressed against his, as they indulged in a subtle dance of romance. Their lips met, a delicate exchange of passion and need, as they sought solace from the chaos that defined their lives. Eden's free hand tangled in Felicia's hair, pulling her closer, allowing the moment to envelop them in its ephemeral embrace. Time seemed to stand still as their desires intertwined, giving birth to a desire that consumed them both. But as Felicia pulled away, her eyes twinkling with mischief, she uttered the words that pierced through the haze of their romance. "I want to bear your child, Eden."

\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ Note : thank you for reading :). I have like a super interesting idea for another book but currently my hands are tied with not only this one but also ‘Your Soul Is Mine.’ Since I am not being allowed to delete that story, I have to write something someday somehow haha. What do you think about a story based on a warrior and a mage’s romance? \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \

In short, she was the type of girl that you can easily forget. She also has zero dating experience. Rhianne never had a suitor or a boyfriend in her past life. She has a small idea about romance, but it was all a fictional theory based on the few romance novels she read in the past to kill some time. For her, those things were not important. Rhianne was already busy getting a lot of different jobs to support herself, so where can she find the time to date?

Maybe at Shanice place. After sating her hunger, she hopped onto her bed. As a routine, she grabbed her novel from the table, parted the book to where she had left off last night, and began reading. She loved reading romance novels. The MLs in these books are so different than the real-life men. The love they show feels so pure. She wondered if she would ever get to experience that kind of love. The thought caused her feeling giddy. She wants her man to be possessive, a little bit obsessive, and hella romantic. Someone who will kiss the ground she walks on. Someone who will choose her and only her every time. She will be his first choice.

"You will get around it, babe. Try reading more to get you back in the mood. I feel you should write what you can easily fall in love with, like something that makes you happy." "Thank you." What he said was some how inine with what Ava said. Each time, my hands were on her keyboard, I felt like I was reliving those moments again. And it was so easy to write, the emotions were all on point... Maybe I could write a hockey romance with a contract relationship trope, using my short term relationship with Ian as the main story. I was so lost in my thoughts that I started hearing an instrumental cover of Taylor Swift's Wildest Dreams.

I began to stroke myself, my thumb tracing the sensitive ridge of the head, imagining it was her mouth. "Mira..." I groaned, the sound a low, subterranean rumble in the quiet of the den. I closed my eyes and pictured her on her knees in the dirt, her tits bouncing as I hammered into her pussy. I could almost feel her internal walls clamping down on me, that frantic, milking rhythm she couldn't hide no matter how much she sobbed for Silas. The thought of that weakling husband made my grip tighten, my knuckles turning white. He was a ghost, a flickering candle I could snuff out with a single snap of my jaws. Once he was gone, I'd sink my teeth into her shoulder, tearing the skin until the bond

I rush to the window and watch his big car pull out of our yard. ‘Dear diary… I want to bear his last name.’ I remember my wish… I see the reality of it. And it somehow frightens me. I let my imagination run wild. My teeth unconsciously nibble on my inner cheeks as I drown in my fantasy. I’ll be the only woman he fucks on that table, the only one who gets to be drawn in all of my filthy portrait… My eyes slowly close, my mind makes up the image of an eye-blinding rock, sitting pretty on my wedding finger, and the world comes to accept our forbidden romance for what it is.

KINGSTON I never imagined that I will love someone this much.Someone to make me loose so much control . Someone I can't get enough of. I never thought I will have a wonderful marriage because I did not care about love . I always thought if I was going to get married , it will be because of my mum . It will be because she forced me . But then I fell in love with Vida . I think marrying Vida is the best decision I have ever made in my life even if it was a force marriage , it gave me the family I have today . If only Dylan had not chose the wrong path , if only he understood that not everything is done by force . I got to understand that when Vida left the country and Cassandra told me not t

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“