French Romance Novels & Stories

The angry stompy steps were usual for Laura, the pack's Luna, anytime she was about to yell and lash at me for something I did wrong. Just as expected, my door burst open, and she stepped in with that malice brimming in her eyes. She stood tall and elegant, smelling so nice and alluring. She was dressed in a gown of deep crimson, the rich fabric flowing elegantly around her as she moved, highlighting her slender figure and emphasizing on her curves. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back in golden waves, portraying her as a woman of perfect beauty with a hint of being the woman of every man's dream, but she was far opposite from that.

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

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 ~

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"A few hours. We will have a carriage to put our things in and for Carlos; since he's scared of horses. Emilio, you and I will ride." Felipe left, and Carlos left not long after. All three friends packed, got as much money as they thought they would need, and waited for the carriage. Felipe was so excited that he was finally getting to go to France. When all three friends had everything ready and packed, they left and headed for France. In less than four hours, they crossed the border into France. Everyone kept talking about a Lord Simon De Grace and the ball he was throwing tonight for his daughter. Felipe was the only one that could speak fluent French. Carlos and Emilio spoke it, but not

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

The amambiencef La Belle Etoile, a charming French restaurant nestled in the heart of the city, was one of understated elegance and romance. As the strains of a gentle jazz melody filled the air, the restaurant's patrons sasavouredhe delectable aromas wafting from the kitchen. Among them,tw o lovers found themselves lost in each other's company, their eyes locked in an unspoken conversation that spoke volumes. Seated at a secluded corner table, Christine and Robert basked in the warmth of their shared affection. Christine ‘ hazel eyes sparkled with anticipation as she gazed at Robert, her heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and tenderness. Robert, a handsome man with a rugged charm

The sheer primitive need she was controlled by was closer to agony than ecstasy. “You’re mine... from this moment on,” Christophe spelled out roughly. “Tu es à moi… (French for ‘you are mine’) Lara collided with glittering dark eyes, unreadable in the moonlight, and her mouth ran suddenly dry, a shaft of returning sanity tightening her every muscle in rejection. But his hand slid over her quivering body, shattering her with her own response.

"I... I, Mireille Mathieu vow to love my master's cock, cherish and adore his hot body for the rest of my life." Dante pulled out almost all the way and then slammed his cock back into her pussy. "Oh god! Again." Mireille moaned for more and Dante began fucking her pussy hard as he said his own vows to her too "And I, Dante Romano vow to love my slutty Princess' pussy, ass tits and every other fucking part of her body for the rest of my fucking life!" THE END