Fourth Wing Romance Novels & Stories

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

On the back, in perfect handwriting, were four words: She still owes me. Sophia’s breath hitched behind me. I turned slowly. Her face had gone completely white. “You know this,” I said softly. She nodded once, tears falling down her face. “Yes.” My chest constricted in agony. “Is it the same person?” She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. Because in that moment, I realized the twist I didn’t want to face— This wasn’t just about the past. It wasn’t about revenge.

Chapter 33 As she had feared, her body had betrayed her, and she woke lying against him for the fourth morning in a row. He was hard with desire, and his erection against her hip felt so right that she almost forgot everything that had happened. Almost. It was a daily struggle to pull out of his arms and pretend as if she hadn’t been sleeping in his arms just as intimately as she had once done, without the sex.

Our lovemaking tonight is more likely a clash of tongues than a tangle of bodies but I don’t care. When he pulled out for a second to give me a minute to breathe, our eyes locked at each other. I bit my lower lip when— He pulled out. And then slammed inside my wet pussy, my core was already aching and yearning to be filled. I remembered that for more than months, I’ve been torn apart by betrayals, cheating, and marriage arrangements. I was even entangled between Beta Homer, Alpha Azriel, and Alexander the Rogue. But just like what my mother used to say, every storm that passes, a rainbow is always waiting at the end of it.

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

I still don’t understand how I ended up here, watching a movie with Rhunar and Lya. I should’ve known better than to fall for those pretty eyes of his. Sitting beside them while they whisper, laugh, and kiss is making my stomach twist. I’m used to being the third wheel, though. He always runs after her, no matter what she does. Even when she dumped him for someone else. Even when she cheated. He still follows her around like a lost puppy. All because she’s his first love… and she’s a Beta.

“I love you, Raven. You know that, right? Everything I do, it’s because of how deep I feel for you. I get jealous, yeah—but it’s only because you mean everything to me.” She swallowed hard. “I’m sorry,” he said, brushing his fingers against her cheek where the bruise was still tender. “I hate seeing you hurt. But you make me crazy sometimes, baby.” He leaned forward, pressed a kiss on her lips. She didn’t pull away. But she didn’t kiss him back, either. She just sat there, silent and still, trying to make herself small enough to disappear. … The dressing room was quiet—rare and unsettling. The usual hum of laughter, heels clicking on tile, and perfume-sweet banter had faded. The other girls

I flushed when he raised a brow at me brashness " There's no one " " Then you really have nothing to lose. " He said. I looked at him with doubt. Yes, I cared about him, but it was more platonic than anything. I couldn't bring myself to see him as a romantic partner. Winter sighed, seeing the reluctance in my gaze. He stepped forward into my space, his hand came to rest on my arm, his skin was cold and I shivered at the contact. His eyes seemed to darken as he looked at me over. " I'm not asking for much. Just Four Months"

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

I sat back against the wooden wall, the sea breathing steadily beyond the window, and the soft breeze blowing my long hair. I closed my eyes and reached inward, careful, deliberate. I did not start at the beginning. I could not. The first page still burned. I started from the middle. That was where she wrote about love. The fallen angel, Corin came first. She wrote of him like a miracle that fell from the sky. He lost a wing for her, literally and willingly, and never once blamed her for it. He chose her before he knew what she would become.