Fantasy Romantic Novels & Stories

But isn't it great? Somewhere in my heart, I was elated to see him siding with me. This scene was like a dream come true! A knight saving a damsel in distress – keeping the bad people away. And the kiss… it was a quick one but that wouldn’t be erased in my mind in a lifetime. That feeling wouldn’t be obliterated no matter how many lips would touch mine. However, I should not get swayed too much. Like he said, he was my master and was only bound to protect his pet. There will be an end to this and I shouldn't get too excited.

Her words were small and raspy when she said. "Please keep me..." I didn't say anything, my mind was still on high but I pulled her on top of my body and let her rest to my chest. "Ssh... rest my little demon." ******* Okay... This will be a little snippet of what's to come in my next fantasy romance book 😜 I just think that King Armand deserve a story too 💕 what do you think?

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. All the story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. All rights reserved San 2045

His voice must me angelic and equals his limitless beauty. I desire the long desired mate bond. The unexplainable love shared by mate. The undying romance. His romantic gestures towards me. I desire everything!. His hot breath heaving over my sensitive neck. He tongue romancing my lips whenever we kiss or s*x.. I desire them all So I really pray he awakens. *** A loud growl pull me off my fantasy. I instantly fall roughly to the ground. My spines smash with a heavy thud. I wince.

Rhysand watches me, his expression unreadable. Then he’s moving. His free hand cups my face, his thumb brushing my lower lip. The star dust clings to me, shimmering. He leans in, his breath hot, and licks a stripe up my lip, tasting the stardust. I shiver. “Sweet,” he murmurs. “Just like you.” I laugh again, giddy with the magic of it all. But the sound dies in my throat when his grip tightens, his fingers digging into my wrist.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

“But I’ll be back out here later.” The air stirred faintly near the doorway, as if in acknowledgment. The day passed blandly. He worked out, but his heart wasn't in it. He went to his favorite coffee shop to work. His concentration was shot. He could focus on a project for a couple of minutes, then his thoughts would drift. She seemed to take up his every waking moment. The yearning he had was a new thing, delicate. He cared about people in the past, but never like this. He wanted to know more and more about them. The questions he had were endless. What happened to her after she shared the dream? What was her name? Could she do anything besides push into his dreams? Did time pass the same f

One slow hard thrust after another, I could feel the inches go up in me and go out. “Say you love me” Jason order with a heavy thrust as he held my neck. Then he looked into my eyes. “I love…..you” I said as my eyes rolled slowly to the back making my eyes go white. Fast and harder thrust going in me, I came again shaking, he came on my belly, smiling while looking at me. I sat down and he offered me water, we had our breakfast. At afternoon our parent called in, they were going to be back by evening. Too bad our fantasy has to come to an end I thought to myself.

The Enchanted Realm's magic, once distant and ethereal, now courses through their veins, a vibrant current that ignites their very essence. With every page turned and every scroll unraveled, the lines between their world and the hero's narrative begin to blur, merging into a mesmerizing mosaic of fate. The Enchanted Realm's history melds with the new character's present, like paint on an artist's canvas, blending colors and stories to form a tapestry that defies the boundaries of time and space. The past and the present intermingle, their stories interwoven in a symphony that carries the echoes of forgotten ages.