Fantasy Romantic Novels & Stories

Well, Jace is the most handsome, caring, loving and charming boyfriend I have ever had and I need him back I hate to say this but he's like the only one who understands me and I need him. After recording their conversation, I strolled out of the restaurant a little angry, because I got some heart ache, but if I want him to believe I have to cut out that part, I'll do that when am in a cab and i immediately hailed a cab to Jace house. Victory here I come. Jenny Pov "so.. Tell me about jace"she said and my cheeks got red Why does that happen when ever I hear his name.. "don't you know enough "I said

Dante murmured, “but your body doesn’t, haven't we gone past that ? since we are bonded now you should relax more.” “Shut up.” Taiga tried to push him away, but Dante caught his wrists, pressing him back against the wall with one smooth motion. The action wasn’t violent, but it sent a shiver rippling down Taiga’s spine. Their mouths crashed together before Taiga could find the will to argue. It wasn’t gentle,like those romantic kisses, it was hunger, raw and filled with tongue. Dante kissed him like he wanted to devour him, and Taiga kissed back like he hated himself for wanting more. Their lips broke only to collide again, breathless, messy and desperate.

A Dark Fantasy Romance Unholy Hunger ✦ Some loves are not forbidden by men. They are forbidden by gods. •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × ••••••

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

I liked novels in the fantasy genre and romance by the way, but ironically I liked to incorporate that into my hopeless romantic stance. In my teenage years, because I liked reading such romance books, I often believed that there was a handsome man who would love me so much and came to me like a handsome prince fetching his princess. Who adores me from head to toe, who's so madly in love with me. However in adulthood, I realized that I had to separate fantasy from reality. I can't rely on my fantasies because it'll be disappointing if they don't work out the way I want them to, like I did with Sebastian back then. Because of the novels I've read, I've come to see Sebastian like he's a perfec

So basically, the places in this book are made up even though the book is nothing like fantasy, it's just your average billionaire erotic BDSM romance involving a Billionaire, obviously and a naive little do gooder woman who thought she was all that, so don't go looking for my made up places okay sweeties? Okay that's done! Get ready for a slow burn and watch Rachel Rivers lose her head. Let's get into this story that I am so glad to share!!

I find solace in the quiet intimacy of my bedroom, enveloped in the warmth of my hugging pillow, as I surrender to the dreams that dance through my mind. And as sleep wraps its gentle arms around me, I hold onto the fantasy of Mick's presence, the touch of his lips against mine, and the depth of emotion that swirls between us. In this tender space between sleep and wakefulness, I allow myself to embrace the romantic possibility that awaits me fully.

The moment he caught sight of her, he yanked her into his arms, babbling senselessly. "Charlotte, I'm so glad you've come back to me at last, after all this time… I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you happy… I swear you'll have nothing but the very best… that's why I've spent five years learning how to sweet-talk a woman, buy her gifts… I'm a good kisser, now! I'll be so good to you! I'll make you feel like the luckiest woman who ever lived! So, please… say you'll be mine, won't you? I really, really, really like you…"

I stated bluntly, and she flinched, fluttering her eyes and letting out sharp breaths. "How...how..." "If you can't do that, then you are already very useless, so get out!" I growled, and she shook her head frantically. "I can do it. I can. I can." She stuttered, and I grinned. "Good girl." I caressed her cheek, wiping away her tears, before pecking her lips. "Now leave. I want to be alone." I dismissed her, and she nodded, walking away reluctantly. I don't care whatever way she does it, but this is my fantasy, which I need to fulfill.

beautiful, glossy, excitingly sensual. 'You think I'm...exotic?' The husky lilt suggested that Jasmine's mind had only just caught on to that word and didn't know how to process it. 'Uh-huh...a rare, exquisite creature with glorious hair and golden eyes.' He stepped around to face her, smiling over the truths he'd just spoken. He lifted her hair up on either side of her face, then let it slide through his fingers to float around her like a living fan. 'Perhaps you don't know how rare you are, Jasmine, but I do. I do,' he repeated as desire surged again at the soft, hazy wonderment in her eyes...such asensuous look, fringed by the long thick lashes that brushed his face when they kissed.