Final Fantasy Romance Novels & Stories

I always liked happy endings I am not a fan of sad or tragic endings so yeah. I already mentioned the book will be a little realistic mixed with fantasy so it was always on you to read it despite the warnings. Dark romance having a tag of forced love mostly has this type of story trope so, of course, you started this story with an open mind. You should know what you’re reading through tags and warnings which I gave many times. It was always your choice.

“What do you want me to say, Aela?” “That Finn is Aidan Sr.’s by-blow?” “By-blow?” Inessa repeated, her brow puckering. “His illegitimate child,” Aoife answered. “I need to get you hooked on historical romance next.” Despite myself, interest hit me. “You like romance books?” “Yes. We do,” was Inessa’s retort, but I sensed her bristling ahead of schedule. I raised my hands in surrender, because even though I wanted answers, I wasn’t a total bitch. Even if romance books hadn’t been my jam, I’d never give them crap about that. Someone’s taste was their taste, and I celebrated that.

she asks, placing a hand on mine, and I let out a sigh. “My editor claims that the characters from my new book are not believable and their chemistry, interactions, and romance seem forced. I mean, he requested a romance story, but it is my first time, after a long time venturing into this genre, so I will be rusty. He also had the nerve to ask if I had ever been in love!” Out came the worries of the past hour. Melissa’s eyes widen, and she sits forward, lacing her fingers together and leaning her chin on them.

We spent that final minute and kissed each other, not caring about whoever will see us. Because a kiss blown is a kiss wasted. The only real kiss is a kiss that is tasted. ~ END ~

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

Had she been truly reluctant, the scenario wouldn’t have been fun or sexy. Tiernan rejoined her on the bed, stroking and kissing her to storm her castle, so to speak. Her breathing grew ragged, and her cheeks flushed, but she held out a long time before giving him any other response. It wasn’t until his hand had brought her almost to orgasm that she finally crumbled, moaning and arching against him. After that, they fell together in a frantic heap, both eager for the other.

I said, not moving from his position. “He’s not yours,” she firmly convinced herself. Yes, she’s convincing herself. “Oh? Is that why he’s married to me?” I smirked when I saw how her face contorted with anger as she glare at me. “Wife, we need to go now.” Callum whispered to me softly. I grinned even more at the girl in front of us. “Alright, my love. Let’s go.” I heard him cursed before pulling me to his car. Before I went in his car, I pull him into a kiss in front of Faith — his bitter ex-girlfriend. I smiled victoriously at her.

“I don't think I can…” “Of course you can, Michael. This is my dreamscape; men stay hard here for as long as I want them to.” She lifted his cock to her pussy and slipped him into herself without another word. She was right, he realised as she bore down on him, he would not go soft until she was finished with him.

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]