Fiction Christian Romance Books Novels & Stories

She seems nervous. I frown, "Okay, Mom." She opens the door to a room, and I'm speechless, it's not white, it's a deep maroon color. The room is bigger than Lacey's, and that's something I didn't think could be possible. There's a sofa in the corner and beside it is a small bookcase. Walking into the room, I walk over to the bookcase and run my fingers across the spines of the books that are there. Mom went all out. She bought books from my favorite authors. Nora Roberts, Harper Sloan, Carly Phillips, and of course E.L. James. I love the story of Christian and Ana, it's such a beautiful love story.

Chloe's POV I thought I was just having a wet dream. I was floating in the heavy, warm darkness after spending half the night writing one of my erotica books. My body was stretched out on tangled sheets and I was wearing nothing but an old cotton T-shirt that had ridden up to my ribs. I thought the book I was writing was affecting my dream because someone was sucking my pussy in the dream. I felt a tongue. Slow and deliberate. It slid from the bottom of my slit up to my clit in one long, dirty lick.

That look sent a jolt straight between my legs. “Luna,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Glad you came. Most girls your age would have pissed themselves at the invite.” I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady even as my nipples tightened under my top. “I don’t scare easy, Mr. Cross. And I’ve been dying for a real chance. Not just backup bullshit.” He chuckled, deeply, pushing off the board to step closer. Damn, he smelled so good. “Call me Fabian. Mr. Cross makes me feel like some old fuck in a suit. You sing for those hacks every night. Let’s see what that mouth can really do.”

As for Christian’s contribute to the family business, he will be paid accordingly, but the damage which he caused as well will be charged against him. With the news all spread, the facts all sorted out, Cristopher found himself slowly falling for Carmilla, falling to accept her feelings, to reciprocate them. He wasn’t able to get the love he wanted from Crystal, as it was never meant to be, but the love he could return for Carmilla, it must be fate, it must be for the betterment of their future.

She will let everyone know that Eloisa had an affair with her husband and she took someone's baby by faking an adaption paper to the innocent and poor girl named Lucy who once worked with Kent as his secretary and soon become his mistress. "Good job, Cas. Let's celebrate soon after we finish our plan. I can't trust my husband anymore. " Lucy said on the phone and said goodbye to Cassandra. A look of the devil came across her face while making her way to her closet. She picks a dress to wear and decided to visit her father. She can't let Gale visit him since she can't trust him. anymore. it's been almost five years since she saw him. After calling Cassandra to retreat from her location, Lucy

She leaned against the marble counter, her posture exuding confidence that bordered on arrogance. "Daxton's girlfriend, huh?" her words laced with a subtle challenge. I maintained my composure, offering her a polite but steely smile. "Yes, that's right. We've been together for a while now." Caroline's lips curled into a sardonic grin. "Well, that's certainly a surprise, considering Daxton never struck me as the 'settling down' type." "Is that the reason why you cheated?" I said and that seemed to catch her by surprise.

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.

A journey that we take that sends us to heaven where there is no room for doubts, fear, hatred and uncertainty. Now this is the story of Nicholai and Cassie (The Devil and his Angel) ******** Jake and Gabby are no longer together. Gabby runaway after getting bored with her married life, she run off with Dan and was now living in Miami. As for Jake, he never remarried. He just focused his attention to Simone. That’s what people saw and they didn’t bother to clarify it.

I roll my eyes at the euphemism and Christian’s shoulders slump a little as he admits, tacitly, that he’s dancing around it a bit. “Fine,” he says, holding a hand up, “my mistress, my girlfriend. Whatever you want to call her. It’s not unprecedented, Iris – a lot of mob bosses – most of them, honestly – have girls on the side. Even girls down the hall, like Lucy is now.” My mouth falls open at this news, horrified at the idea. “But I was never going to say yes,” Christian says softly, reaching out for me. Again, I flinch away. “You were touching her, Christian,” I snap, shaking my head and frowning at him. “Stroking her hair like you were considering it, had even said yes –“

And the hand gripping my finger was so damn tight, so damn strong. “After his dad,” I muttered finally. “Chester…Chester Fraser?” I didn’t rip my hand away from the hand holding it, but it was close. She couldn’t be serious? It was one thing to cheat on me. After all, I hadn’t exactly been a wonderful boyfriend to her in the time we were together, but Chester? Fucking Chester? That married, womanising, slime bag producer? The very same man who promised young naive girls the world only to shaft them, quite literally. He preyed on the weak, and Isla had never been weak. It made no sense.