Fiction Romance Novels & Stories

she asked herself. “Ever heard of a forbidden love trope? Like in romance books or movies even?” Richard said, standing up and walking a bit, Solene gazed at his plump masculine buttocks and a side view of his relaxed cock. “How? How do we make that possible?” She asked getting out of bed and walking over to him. “I'm here for you Sol. But that part is up to you. I'll have your back no matter what though. Get creative baby,” he turned to face her then grabbed her by the waist.

“We talked. And—something happened.” Victoria let out a soft, surprised breath but didn’t interrupt. Felicity looked down at her fingers. “I slept with him. Again. And I feel stupid because this morning everything is still a mess. And then Imran texted me today that he’s in town. We even had lunch and he said he wants to try again.” Her voice cracked. “I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.” Victoria placed a comforting hand on her back. “Fel… you’re overwhelmed. Anybody would be.”

“So let’s make it again.” She reached out and cupped her cheek, thumb brushing Delilah’s lower lip. Delilah closed her eyes, leaned into the touch, just for a second. Then she grabbed Brielle’s wrist, pulled her forward, and kissed her like she hadn’t stopped wanting her since the second she left that bed. They didn’t make it upstairs. The kitchen counter was cold against Brielle’s thighs as Delilah pushed her up and spread her legs. Their kisses were rougher now, their hunger edged in something ugly. Not romance. Not sweetness. Just need. Just bodies demanding to crash together.

He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny. “Your husband probably thinks you're too old for this. Bet he's never seen you this soaked. Never heard the way you moan when someone else is in control.” He was right. So fucking right. I had never gotten this wet for my husband. I do get wet, though, but not dripping like this. It was because he never did foreplay. He just went straight into sex, and I hated it, because I loved being touched the way Nikolai was touching me right now.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

Lisa wasn't worth it and Rosa wasn't going to let Lisa inside her head. "I make him feel things that you can only dream of," she said. "Men don't just want me for my body, you know. I let him do dark things to me and he enjoys it. You can't make him happy, Rosa. You are far too vanilla and plain. You couldn't take the types of dark fantasies that Axel has. I can." She turned and showed rosa a long white scar that ran down the length of her back. It marred the perfect golden tan she had and rosa mouth dropped open in surprise.

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a