Fiction Books About Love Novels & Stories

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. The Forbidden Love Series will be slightly different from the ones I've written so far. The stories in this series are not connected to each other. They are each stand-alone stories, and all of them feature forbidden love. A Short Synopsis: Twenty-four-year-old Serenity Parker had always been in love with her older brother's best friend, Alexander Dawson who was two years older than her. Soon she found out that he was too interested in his underground fight clubs and

One was in Sweden, two in New York, one in Australia, and one in Rome. He told them what he was looking for and why and for whom. Then he rejoined Blaze in bed. She stirred in her sleep, burrowing into him. Fabien put his arms around her and lay with her hair spread across his chest and his shoulder, the scent of her filling his senses. ‘Blaze… Chérie… I love you…’ Closing his eyes, Fabien inhaled deeply and savored the feel and the smell and the sound of Blaze in his arms. *****

Whether she was willing to listen to me or not, I was going to do what I wanted to. I dropped the idea of going back to check up on Darius as Hazel got into describing what had happened in the book she'd just finished reading. Apparently, it was a love story between a mafia heir and a runaway princess. While I would always jump on an opportunity to read, I couldn't help but countdown the minutes that was left till it was time. Around an hour later, the said time arrived

Her story, maybe—but written by hands not her own. In the surveillance room, she found a faded leather book that hadn’t been there before. Not Elise’s journal. Something older. On the inside cover: Property of M. Blackwood. Her grandmother. The woman whose grave had been empty. Yvette opened the book slowly, fingers trembling. The pages were filled with riddles. Codes. Symbols she’d seen in Cara’s drawings. The same spirals. The same eyes. But there were also letters. Real letters. Written from one woman to another.

This apartment carried too many memories. The kitchen where she cooked after long hours at work. The couch where she and Lucas spent lazy weekends. The dining table where she sat every month calculating bills while Lucas promised her that one day everything would be worth it. Camila closed the suitcase halfway and stared at the room quietly. Maybe love really could blind people. Because she had loved Lucas Daniel Torres with everything she had. She met him during her last year in college. He was charming, handsome, confident, and funny. The kind of man who made everyone turn their heads whenever he entered a room.

~ Jun remained in the library for more than an hour, still reading that particular novel that had the longest and most sensual chapters. He was reading about a strong man and his hidden lover. They weren't meant to be because of their class differences and were forced to stay away from each other. However, they would find ways to meet in their secret place. And whenever they did, the sheets would be covered in the never-ending pleasure and overflowing passion. Jun's face was bright pink as he read one more steamy chapter between the protagonist of the novel and his lover. '...And his lips met that of his lover with a feverish passion. Their tongues intertwined and fought for dominance over e

With each step they took, they discovered new depths of compassion, trust, and intimacy—a love that transcended their differences and kindled a flame that could not be extinguished. In the heart of the enchanted forest, amidst the whispers of the trees and the dance of the woodland creatures, their love story unfolded—a tale of healing, resilience, and a love that knew no bounds. And as they walked hand in hand, their souls entwined, they knew they had found a love that would endure for eternity.

Yes, I felt my cheeks hot and a pulsating pressure between my thighs and a wet sensation pressed against my panties. "If i was born as a werewolf, then this hospital ward would be filled with the smell of my arousal.... Shit...shit..shit... What happened to me today....Lara.. For sure, you have to stop reading your fantasy novels and your k-dramas...." I shook my head and driven all those f*cking thoughts out of my mind. He stopped kisssing me in the middle and took a deep breath. He opened and glared me with his lust filled eyes. Then he suddenly lifted me in a bridal style and gently placed me in the near by hospital bed. He widened my legs and stood in between my thighs.

Each of them moaned weakly into the other's mouth as his full, round knob pressed into her dripping slit. She clutched at his muscular ass while he pushed deeper inside her. He was so long and thick. And so impossibly hard. The mafia princess felt her eyes water as he gradually forged to the hilt. She felt him hold still a moment. He was letting her feel the heat and pulse of his rock-solid shaft. They just looked at each other, sharing their mutual lust. And yet there was so much love between them, too. How could it not feel so perfect? How could he not see it?

"You think Hayden loves you alone? No Sarah, no! He enjoyed all the women he led in his bed! Ugh, gross. You should probably have your little friend checked for the venereal disease you received from Hayden, ew.” Then Fuschia pressed her with a shameful fact that she had deliberately ignored all this time as a form of defense. For Sarah, Hayden's love was the key to helping her happy despite her indecision. But what if Hayden's 'love' was all sheer from the start? Then the foundation of her belief will collapse. “What kind of book? What book are you reading, damn it!?” "The best-selling book in the market. And I'm the author. Everything! I planned your life.” Fuschia gave her a smirk.