Fierce Love Book Novels & Stories

Letting him watch while I take what’s his? My body is screaming for her. I can still feel the ghost of her hand on me. She’s right about one thing—the forbidden part is what’s making this so intense. I’ve fucked a hundred girls, but none of them made my blood catch fire like Lizzy does just by talking. She promised I’d break before Day Four. I want to say she’s wrong. I want to say I’m stronger than that. But as I sit here in this quiet house, I know the truth. .

I reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged it off, eager to feel his body against mine. This wasn’t the frenzied love of new beginnings or the quick, quiet touches of parents trying to steal moments between cries and nap schedules. This was love. Intentional. Fierce. Reconnecting. ⸻ Killian’s POV We made love slowly, then wildly, then slowly again.

I tightened my grip around her arms, my kiss growing fiercer. But as our lips collided in a fierce, wild kiss, something unexpected began to stir within me. Despite my initial fury, a feral desire began to unfurl, wrapping around me like a fierce embrace. My anger melted away, replaced by a searing hunger that consumed every fiber of my being. Her taste was intoxicating, her scent driving me wild with need. My wolf howled restlessly within me, urging me to claim her as our own, to make her ours in every way imaginable.

The same green liquid bubbled and smelled, but she cared not. " I see you found out the truth, your aura of goodness has left you" the seer says smiling. Annabelle stares at the woman. She looked disgusting. Her teeth had gotten more rotten than it was the last time she came. "Here is your book of spells, I was instructed to give this to you" the seer picks up a lengthy book of leather covering stretching it over to Annabelle. Annabelle stares at the book for some moments. A gift from someone. Well whoever it was, she cared not.

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?

“After all these days, are you pretending to ignore my attempts to win you back? My care for you…” “I’ll warn you once more, old woman. If you dare harass my husband again, I’ll ruin your company.” Ellis went silent, while Margo pursed her lips and glared at me, clearly jealous. I sighed, put down the book in my hands, and stroked Margo’s hair, explaining that there was no possibility between Ellis and me. Margo nodded haughtily and brushed her lips against my cheek. “I know. Don’t worry—I’ll be a thousand times, ten thousand times better than her!”

And yet he ran through the trap that easy. “Wrong. It was Sanya Brown. Dude, How can you forget that?! You had a four-year relationship!” Well, His answer is wrong but I also lied because Xihizo— is gay. His first love was actually George Mckenny. “That means chug!!” “Alright, alright take it easy okay? My question then— What makes you aroused?” “When someone doesn’t ask too many questions and will just go with it.” “Is that so? Then should I?”

"Can you fucking feel it, Alicia?! That shit was a frosty ice before you! I built a fucking cocoon of ice and fire around it effortlessly after the death of my parents, Alicia! I lived my life on violence and adrenaline before you came... Before you came, I only fucked to satiate my urges, Alicia! It all was only physical, Alicia! I don't know why this shit beats hard and wild whenever I see you, and it goes feral whenever you run away from me! I don't know what this fucking feelings are because I've never felt them before, but you said you loved me, and that was why you were going to burn with me; how the hell could you? I don't know how love works or the literal meaning behind the word, bu

"I confidently stand before you and tell you that I'm in love with Stanley. I'm deeply and madly in love with him and I'll do anything for his happiness even though it involves me laying down my life for him." "Stanley is a good man and he deserves to be with someone that loves, respects and appreciates him. I no longer care if he married you first or neither do I care about how long you've been married to him. The most important thing right now is that Stanley is in love with me and I'm ready to fight for him against you and everyone else."

Fear tangled with anger, boiling up behind my sternum. Almost, I let her go. Again. A figure stepped across my boundary, entered my grounds, then aimed to end the life of the one I cared for using a needle. Freight-train force - that’s when it struck me. I loved her. Far from the slow, steady warmth I’d been building step by step. It wasn’t those quiet urges to shield her, growing stronger each time she revealed what she could do. Love hit like a storm, wild and unrelenting. It burned through everything, quiet at first then roaring loud. Not gentle, never soft, just raw and constant. A fire that refused to fade.