Fanfiction Romance Novels & Stories

“And that woman... you said she looked like you and claimed to be my wife?” Darcy, wrapping her arm around his, pretended to be sweet and angry at the same time. “Yeah. She even made me call you. But the number she gave me wasn’t even yours. I’m your girlfriend; how could I not recognize your number? What’s even worse is that the number probably belongs to one of her sugar daddies, and I couldn’t even get through. Isn’t that hilarious?” Felix’s world crumbled. He couldn’t even bring himself to laugh.

"Because... I've seen many fangirls commenting under idols' Instagram posts, crying and shouting that they want to have their children. However, within two days, I see them crying and shouting the same thing under other male celebrities' Instagram posts." Fanatic girls changed 'husbands' as quickly as they changed the drama they watched. As long as they did so, there was no sadness, only love. Chris was speechless. "Are you women so fickle?" Chris asked. He had never understood fangirls. Paige looked at Chris. "How can you blame us for being fickle? Aren’t you men the same? We fangirls might change 'husbands' after watching a drama, but don’t you fanboys change 'wives' after, too?"

She asked me. “I thought she was just like that, not until I learned the truth that she was romantically involved with Mizuki. I mean, I was catching feelings for her before I knew about her and Mizuki. When I told her about what I truly felt for her, she told me she was just being nice to me because she thought I needed it,” I said. “That also means Chereen is your first love,” she said. “She could be. The fact that I won’t be able to see her again in the places we promised to meet, hurts more than I think it would…” I couldn’t avoid my tears from falling, the reason I tried looking away from Isla.

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.

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

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.

Chapter 126. All Of Us. Elena’s POV. I barely had time to recover before they flipped me onto my back again. My body was trembling and my nipples were sore and swollen threatening to fall off, my pussy and ass couldn’t leaking cum. I felt completely used and I still wanted more. Dominic kissed me deeply, I could taste Sasha on my tongue. “You’re such a good girl,” he whispered against my lips. “Taking everything we give you. My perfect dirty little planner.”

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Breaking and Entering, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The morning of the third day was different. The air in our cottage was thick with a tension I couldn't quite soothe with honeyed words. Lyra sat at the small kitchen table, her hands trembling as she held her mug. She didn't look at me. She looked at the bruises on her wrists-pale yellow rings that I had licked and kissed just hours ago.

“Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.” “God.. Lisa!” “And dear Nathan! Bless him. He is such an understanding and good man. He loves you and cares about your well-being. I have never seen any man that considerate. He wants you to do it Rene.. He wants you to get over this” “Lisa…” “And please Rene don’t pretend you weren't just fingering yourself last night with p**n sounds all over your room” My eyes widened. “Lisa!” I almost screamed, embarrassed. “You.. You heard?”

"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.