Friends To Lovers Romance Novels Novels & Stories

A/N Thank you for your continued support. Hope you enjoyed this short, completed and simple love story. Just a feel good romance, where there aren't any villains, only misunderstandings and a lot of loving. A list of books I have written: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Alpha's Chance At Love (Werewolf Romance) A reminder that all my books are mature. I accept constructive criticism, bullying in any forms is unacceptable.

She laughed and ended the call. "Who's that?" Hugh asked actually sounding jealous. "She's my new friend. Why you're not jealous right? you have a girlfriend, baby." "I'm not, we're not a thing." He stands up as I grabbed his neck and kissed him hard. He cursed when I turned and pushed him down aligning his ass to my cock. His forearms were to the bed supporting his weight, his sexy ass was on full display. "We're fuck buddies, we are a thing. You like me fucking your ass? I bet you're thinking of me when you fuck your girlfriend." I told him calmly while getting the lube, then throw packs of condoms onto the bed.

We fucked like that for a long time— passionate, possessive, romantic. The rivalry with Sophia and Brady was only making us need each other more.

Mallory rubbed me even harder and giggled into our kiss, her hips still moving against my thigh. “Fuck, doll,” Lorenzo grunted, pushing himself off the desk and moving toward us. His hand was tightly wrapped around his cock, stroking it back and forth quickly. He cupped her chin. “Open your mouth and share my cum with her.” As Mallory opened her mouth and stared up at her husband, she continued to rub my clit and grind her pussy against my thigh. Lorenzo pressed the head of his swollen cock on her tongue and came into her mouth. My pussy pounded as the pressure rose higher inside me. Mallory took all of his cum in her mouth, licked her lips clean, then leaned over to kiss me. I parted my lip

“What did you just say?” “I’ve felt this way for a long time. Years, probably. I tried to ignore it, push it down, date girls like everyone expects. But it’s… you, Kyle. It’s always been you.” Dominic’s voice cracked slightly on the last part. He forced himself to keep going. “I want more than friendship. I want… everything. With you.” The silence stretched. Kyle set the soda down slowly, his face pale. For a second, Dominic thought he might laugh it off or punch him.

Juliet was in the sitting room with her best friend, Victoria Elliott, discussing the upcoming full wolf moon festival. "I can't wait for your older brother to choose me. Up until now, I haven't found my mate, and I am already 19 years old," Victoria said. She was wearing a red short gown, and her eyes burned with irritation as she spotted Camila walking down the staircase with the basket of dirty clothes. Victoria turned back to Juliet and asked, "Who is this white bumpkin?" Juliet, chewing on a carrot that morning as she skipped breakfast with her mother, laughed and replied, "She is who you just called her, Victoria—a white bumpkin. I can’t imagine the Eastern Wood Pack having white creat

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Or will loving Damian Vercetti cost her the last piece of herself she has left? *************** AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey, reader. Let’s get one thing straight this is not your sweet, safe mafia romance. This story is dark. Twisted. Obsessive. There are moments that will make you pause, ache, maybe even rage. Damian Vercetti is not your redemption arc. He’s power without apology. Possession without permission. And Isabella? She’s not the damsel she’s the storm trying to survive the fire. If you’re here for roses and candlelight, this isn’t your book.

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I expressed, and our night was filled with moans and pleasures. THE END. My Dear Readers, Thank you for supporting my story. It means so much to me. Love lots! Lovesassydreamer F*: Lovesassydreamer writes Email: love.sassydreamer@g***l.com