Fierce Love Book Novels & Stories

Francis knows he can't tell Catherine that but he has to lie to his mother to make her feel better about her not coming for Catherine's birthday party. ​"That will be nice, my son. I will let you get back to what you are doing. Take care of yourself." ​"Goodbye mom." Francis cuts the call and pockets his phone. He goes to the house to check up on the maid that Charles spilled champagne on. ​ Francis closes the living room door behind him. Catherine had created a monument to an exquisite taste. Her home was well built, beautifully decorated, a neoclassical empire in the hills of California. He sees a large portrait of the wedding photo of him and Melissa. When Melissa told him she was pregnan

I’ve just released a new book titled “Married to My Father’s Enemy.” It follows Ikkohafina and her dangerously captivating husband—her father’s best friend, turn enemy, now her husband. A forbidden, intense, erotic, slow-burning story filled with tension, desire, spicy bedroom actions, and everything in between. If you loved No Saints, you will definitely love this one. I’ll be attaching a free chapter for you to read and enjoy. If it pulls you in (and I know it will), don’t hesitate to go search for the full book and dive deeper into their story.

A woman with red wild hair and green eyes in an embrace with a man with shoulder length hair and chocolate brown eyes. UNDER MY SKIN….. The book was about an impossible love story. A broken heart leading to some very serious situation. An unhealthy relationship between a vampire and a woman. It was about soul mates. Vera loved the sound of it and so, she quickly opened the book and began reading. CHAPTER ONE….

“Here. Now. Fucking me in this chair while the city counts down outside.” His laugh was dark, velvet. “Then keep reading.” I opened the book again—trembling fingers turning pages. I read aloud, voice shaky. “‘He pushed her thighs wider, licked a slow stripe up her center, tasting her arousal…’” Rhys groaned. Low. Primal. I kept reading. Kept touching. The words blurred with sensation—my fingers faster now, slick, desperate. When I reached the part where the stranger entered her, I gasped.

The unrelenting gravity between us. My hand trembled as I reached up, brushing his chest. His heartbeat was a storm under my fingers. “I don’t hate you,” I whispered. “I just need to believe you’re not hiding from me anymore.” He took my hand gently, pressed it against his heart. “Then take this as proof. There’s nothing left in here for her. Only you.” Silence hung — heavy, holy. I didn’t know if forgiveness could bloom this fast, but love has always been the wildest thing in me — untamed, foolish, relentless.

Lore sadly said. I nodded my head. Maybe that's how powerful love is. It can change a person, can kill and give life. That love can also be a poison. It's good to feel but it has a dangerous revenge. The heart of a woman is truly sensitive and vulnerable, it can crack just by a single pain and sometimes that crack will eventually turn into big and hatred will be soon felt.

I often wonder what is love, Nicholas—I thought I loved you before the war—but, of course, I She then stood up and drew closer to me when she realized what she had said. "That was cruel of me; I didn't mean to be that way; I love you as a sister deeply and always." "Sister Nina!—to be sure, let us return to treasure—perhaps the contention has killed it—or it has made everything, perhaps it now licenses a fragile, delightfully refined you to esteem two men." "We have become so obfuscated—she puffed smoke rings at me—one man doesn't seem to fulfill the

Maybe I'm a sick bastard but that's what I am . I love chasing my prey, I love their struggling and to tame them till they submit, I love to control and when it comes to HER….I am determined to get her. I felt her arousal when I kissed her. I could feel she was in love when I controlled her…Yeah TRY. *** Falocne held her hair harshly not with too much force but enough to seize her marathon. “Ahh!”she bellowed “Time’s up, Love!”he said leisurely

Let's do this. Giselle gave him a confused look while Hyun was too proud of himself. This book was the work of the God of Love. He put everything that he found all these years on how to improve one's love. Giselle opened the book. She saw it one time but did not pay much attention. "I t... h a s... m o r e... t h e n.... t h o u s a n d... p a g e s. W e... c a n... r a n d o m l y... t r y.. o n e.. t h i n g.... e a c h... d a y."

What remained was love too fierce to hide, and beneath it, something far more dangerous. At the very bottom of that look was a chaos of feeling he could barely control. Felix dragged in a rough breath and leaned back hard against the wall behind him. His spine hit the cold surface with a thud. He lifted a hand and pressed it tightly over his heart. His eyes slowly reddened, a dangerous shine building in them. She didn’t care anymore. Did she really not care anymore? He would almost rather she hate him, resent him, lash out at him. At least then it would mean she still had feelings left to spend on him.