Gay Amish Romance Novels Novels & Stories

The guest suite Mr. Duvall showed Amberleigh to was not too shabby itself. But she found it hard to take in its beauty and elegance as she was irked. Sure, Amber knew coming here wasn’t going to be like some romcom full of romance, flowers, and steamy sex, well at least she’d hoped for the steamy sex bit. She didn’t give a fuck about the romance really. But cold, emotionless, business only contract thing, well Grayson fucking Godwin had that down pat.

Does she really like Noah's uncle more than Noah himself, can she trust her own confusing feelings to make a right choice and would she be able to give in to a mature man's, for her a new world of pleasure and desires? Will the burning fire of passion destroy them or will it push them to great heights? How will Noah react when he finds out that his uncle is after 'his' girl and what will Helena, Justin's soon to be ex wife do when she finds out that a mere college girl is busy taking her place in Justin's heart? Let's find out and join Justin and Arabella on their rollercoaster ride of a romance!

His smile was soft as if he didn’t just kill one of the humans working here, and threatened me to keep my mouth shut. I returned his smile, but mine was much forced and unnatural. I walked behind the counter as I headed to the meal prep kitchen and started arranging everything. After a pregnant moment Garret walked in the back and I felt a cold aura surrounding him. I could not smell his blood like I can with humans. How did I miss this before? Christ I am so stupid! “Amelia,” he greeted with a positive smile, his big frame towering over me. He didn’t look anything like he did that day. It almost felt like he had either a bad twin or he had dual personality disorder.

Sophie is a typical romantic young woman. The books she reads most are romance fiction stories and the rules inside the books had become her treasured wisdom. "Let me tell you, in this type of properly arranged blind date, you will not be able to find any suitable partners. It is too old-fashioned. Everyone who comes will be prepared with their hearts filled with expectations and imaginations. When they really meet, they will not have any feelings anymore. The type of fate that comes unexpectedly is more reliable. For example, at a supermarket, when he reaches for something and accidentally hits you or he is pushing a trolley and accidentally knocks into you.......

December 30th. Amelia's POV In my sexy skimpy nightie and a goofy smirk on my face, I stare at my laptop’s screen, as I engage my Mexican boyfriend, Gabriel, on a video call. He isn’t as enthusiastic as I am, but as they say, love is a blind pill, one I’m overdosing on. He’s 19 years old, like me, tall and cute. We’re both in our final year in Alabama College, Texas.

she continues, her warm breath brushing my cheek and sending a shiver across my skin, “you must sort them according to the wax seal. If the seal is red, it goes into the folder immediately. If it’s blue, it’s for my personal archive at home.” ​I find it hard to focus. My hands are trembling slightly, and the silver letter opener feels heavier than usual. Amy rises slowly without breaking eye contact; standing up, her height far exceeds mine and her presence completely surrounds me. She places one hand on the desk right next to mine, and rests the other on the back of her chair, trapping me perfectly between the furniture and her body.

“Go home now.” He left fast in his truck and I went inside alone with the flashlight on my phone because the place stayed dark with no windows. Denise lay in the corner on a dirty blanket with her hands bound loosely and her eyes blindfolded with a rag and small bruises on her arms where the man grabbed her hard. I knelt beside her, touched her face softly because she stayed asleep from the drug he gave her earlier. “I’m sorry you have to go through this, little one,” I whispered. “I just want your uncle Leo to marry me. Once I rescue you he’ll see I’m the perfect person for him and for you too. I’ll be your mum and we’ll all be happy forever.”

I sought pleasure, not commitment or attachment. Mr Gavin’s arrangement suited me perfectly. He was twice my age, wise and experienced. It was strictly mutual benefits and no long-term strings for me. Even though, he acted overprotective at times. We met at the filling station, bonding over a shared joke, and he offered to change my ride if I was interested. We giggled and got talking. He was a welcome distraction from Ryan’s haunting memories too. Chief Gavin's voice in the background brought me back to reality. "…. Mason's a skilled massage therapist, Christiana. "He'll help you relax." But I didn't want relaxation. I wanted passion. Just, Maybe.

"Thank you. For trusting me with that. I know it wasn't easy." I searched his face, confused by his calm reaction. "Why does it matter to you? Why do you even care?" He smiled then—small and rueful and tinged with something that looked like relief. "Because I don't want this marriage any more than you do, Amara. And I need you to know that." He ran a hand through his hair, cheeks flushing pink. "No offense—you're incredible, brilliant, gorgeous, any man would be lucky to have you. But the thing is..." He took a deep breath. "I'm gay, Amara. I'm gay, and my family doesn't know, and this engagement is the only thing keeping them from forcing me into a dozen other arranged matches with women I

I wanted to pull it away, but he managed to put it into his mouth. “Oh gosh!” He looked at me while sucking the sweet juices of my fingers. My legs immediately started shaking so bad that I had to hold the door tight so I wouldn't fall. Amaris was coming down the hall. “What is going on here?” She asked.” Walking up to me and crossing her arms, I pulled my fingers away from his mouth and stepped back. “Well, Amaris, Kayla here was finger Fucking herself with your magazine,” he said. I don't know if I could get any more embarrassed. Well she said I like that one too. It's my favorite, so tell me which girl is your favorite. "She asked.”