Gay Romance Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issue with that. Rest I could guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books which are completed until now if interested do give a look over them. Her Unloved Mate Her Chosen Mate Purchased By The Mafia Can't Help Falling in Love My Bride is Not a Human Chosen By An Alpha

Hi guys... This is a new book called GARBA. I was inspired to write this book after watching one of my favorite web series: THE MEN'S CLUB. You can catch it on Red TV's YouTube channel. So please enjoy and leave a vote and a comment for the fulfilment of my soul. I really do hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. There will be frequent updates because most chapters are already ready. DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OC 'ZARA' AND A COUPLE OF OTHER INSIGNIFICANT PEOPLE. EVERYTHING BELONGS TO URBAN VISION, RED TV AND UBA BANK. THANK YOU. Enjoy!!!

I looked at Wyatt, who was appraising me with narrowed eyes. “What? She forgets I can smell her all over the books and I know what ones are naughty, because well ya know,” I leaned over and tossed him a book from the pile. I had started reading the backs of things so I purposely incorporated a little spice in her life. He looked at the title, then skimmed the back of the book, it was some mafia romance. His brows raised, I shrugged.

She laughed and walked out like she had just dropped a bomb and enjoyed the explosion. I stared at the card again. Then closed my eyes. Thinking. My job. My deadline. My empty manuscript. And him. Slowly, I reached for my phone. “…Hello,” I said softly when the call connected. My heart was already beating too fast. “Can I talk to you?” A pause. “Who is this?” His voice. Low. Deep. Controlled. My fingers tightened around the phone. “It’s Gaea,” I said quickly. “I hope you remember me. I’m the writer who—”

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

he asked with his right eyebrow arching up in confusion. "I have been reading a lot of romance literature; each describes in detail how to kiss. Didn't you see how I expertly kissed you back then? Wasn't it good that you lost your mind?" Rosalina stepped closer to Garry, watching as his face gradually turned into a human tomato.

As she starts to come down, Sam moves towards Damen, and I move to position myself between her smooth and soft legs. Unexpectantly, Sam cups Damen’s face with his hands and they both begin to kiss. Gia is immediately turned on by this and a moan escapes her lips. I take this opportunity to kiss my beautiful mate. As our lips connect, I begin to fade into her. As if time freezes in place, we exchange pure loving energy in our deep and passionate kiss. Dom howls inside of me and brings himself forward until we are both experiencing this moment firsthand.

Five months later "He is going to be blown away when he sees you. You look just beautiful, just beautiful ok? I really couldn't have chosen anyone better to marry my dumbass brother. He's so lucky to have you." Amara said. Today was my wedding day, after five months of crazy intense planning it's finally the day. The day I, Gabriella Rosa marry the Luciano Martini...is this a dream? Because it feels like one. I really hope it's not...I remember when I first met him a weird yet intriguing try hard jerk who I'm now about to get married to. Life has a weird way of working out. The amount of things that we've had to go through just to reach this point never fails to amaze me. I mean we went on a

I really needed to make love with a man this weekend. He smiled as he spread his bum for me. I ended up going in an inch at a time. Big man or not his virgin bum was not used to an erect cock going in. I got past the point of maximum resistance and was in. We both let out monster groans. We managed to get our lips close enough to kiss. He smiled. "I kind of love you right now. You're just like I imagined my first boyfriend would be like." I got a rush of happy vibes. I went slow and I could tell every thrust was going into a memory bank that was storing his feelings of gay sex. I was holding his legs back under the knees and he helped. He had washboard abs and his rather long penis was dripp

"I mean because the man I want you to marry is the one you love and love you but instead of that... you ended up marrying me. Your one and only gay best friend." "Rather than me marrying that Owen! It's better that I marry you. Don't you want to?" "Of course, you're better off, you're not toxic like the other girls and boys there! Then if we live together in the same house, we won't have any problems." "I thought about that too! And when we find the one, the one we were meant to be, we can get divorced right! Isn't easy??" I smiled at him. "Yes, it is!" How many times did we catch up and laugh?