Favourite Mmf Romance Novels & Stories

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉 And you'll get to see what's going on inside Damian's head!

It was easier that way. Because whenever I had too much time to think, my thoughts always returned to the one thing I had spent years trying to hide. In this world, people are divided into three secondary genders. Alphas hold the highest status, gifted with natural strength and powerful suppressing pheromones. Betas make up most of the population. They have no pheromones and remain unaffected by Heats or Ruts. Then there are Omegas, the group society considers physically weakest, the ones who are often looked down upon and discriminated against.

she covered her lips with her hand not so subtle in muffling the sound of her laughter. “You were as demanding back then as you where now, how come you didn’t say anything” she asked with amusement. It was nice to see. To see her smile even if it was at my teenage torments. “Do you know how excited you were to watch thirteen going on thirty? for the tenth time might I add?” I chuckled watching her smile grow wider and her laughter flow around me. “I was totally obsessed with Mark Ruffalo” she confessed. And she was, her bedroom walls were covered in pictures she had printed out.

Either way, Felix lay down and went quiet. I bit my lip. My heart ached like needles were pressing into it from all sides. "I'm sorry," I said to his friends. "Felix isn't doing well tonight." "I won't take him home. Could you book a room upstairs for him to rest?" I picked up my bag and turned to leave. As I walked out, Felix's closest friend—a man named Marco who had been his underboss for years—stopped me. "Miss Sera," he said, trying to explain. "Don't take what Felix said to heart. He really does care about you. Luna is just… an old obsession. I can tell he loves you."

I have to offer him something, a piece of the truth to satisfy the beast, or he’ll tear the whole house down. I let out a long, shaky sigh, looking down at my interlaced fingers. “He’s Michelle’s new boyfriend. He has a red Ferrari and a trust fund. I... I got a bad vibe from him at dinner, that’s all. I wanted to make sure she wasn't dating a prick. I didn't want to bother you with sisterly drama.”

They could smell the inexperience on my fictional characters, the fumbling uncertainty of a man who’d only ever seen a real cock in a gym locker room. I needed inspiration. I needed the real thing. I needed to see it, to hear it, to smell the sex in the air until it was so thick I could choke on it. And I knew exactly where to get it. Damian. He wasn’t just a guy; he was a myth. The captain of the lacrosse team, with a face that could make angels weep and a body that looked like it had been carved from granite and sin. The rumors about him were epic, whispered in hushed, reverent tones in dark bars and sticky dorm rooms. They said he was insatiable, a god of pleasure who left a trail of sati

With their cheap replacements. My throat tightened. I removed the dried, withered flowers and replaced them with the fresh flowers I brought with me. Sunflowers. Mum’s favourite. “I wish things were different,” I said quietly. I stared at the names again. And suddenly the reason I had come here today pushed its way back into my mind. The shame returned all at once. The feeling sat in my chest, heavy and uncomfortable. My jaw tightened. “There’s… something I need to tell you.” I huffed out a breath.

He was a gentleman on the outside, but dangerous and ruthless underneath that expensive suit he loved to wear. And he had connections to the mafia, for Pete’s sake. I didn’t need that kind of trouble in my life. But those steel-like eyes! That mouth! That body! The chemistry I felt in that very moment when I had met him has never been replicated. It was barely a fleeting moment in his book. In mine, it was a life changing event in a mere second.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

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