Gay Romance Novels & Stories

For example, they found out that they liked to watch the same genre TV dramas, namely the sappy romance dramas, and they were even obsessed about the same television series lately. With a slightly embarrassed tone, Gale asked her, "Don't you think… Um, don't you think that it's a little weird for a guy to like watching romance dramas?" "What's so weird about it?" Lisa replied. "Most of the time, the scripts of those romance dramas were written by men, anyway!" But there was one thing about Gale that did surprise Lisa–it turned out that he had never officially dated any woman before in his life. How could that be when the man in front of her was pretty handsome, had quite a successful career,

Adia pleaded but Cora was still hesitant. "For Addison please" Cora was already tired from all of Adia's constant pleading, she signed heavily before agreeing, just a phone call. "Alright I'll do it" she reluctantly said as Adia hugged her and patted her. "I know you'll thank me later, when you guys are finally together" Adia sounded convinced while Cora rolled her eyes. 'Thankfully it's never gonna happen' vampires never take relationships seriously, they love toying around with people's emotions. And whenever they love a person they're always committed to their love,so most of them just prevent it.

It is so disgusting to be her mate, and I badly want to reject her, but as a playboy, it was important to fuck her holes to my taste first before that. The moment I smelled her scent and saw the maid as my mate, I was really angry. I don't want a mate yet, not to mention a poor thing like her. I am still young and need to enjoy my life. The girl I called my girlfriend is just a new catch from this city. She is nothing but another girl to use and dump. The maid who turned out to be my mate was someone I wanted to lure to my bed using the rejection threat, but it seemed not to be working on her.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming.

he asked. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say to you.” “Ouch,” he said, mock-clutching his chest. “And here I thought we were bonding.” The corner of my mouth tugged before I could stop it. “Stealing my fries isn’t bonding.” “Depends how you look at it,” he murmured, eyes on the road. “Some people would call it intimacy.” My pulse stuttered. I looked away quickly, forcing my gaze out the window again.

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.

“Te amo, Gabe! Ich liebe dich! Saranghae!” Adrian, oblivious, chuckled, a sound of pure contentment. But I saw it. I saw the way Gayle’s eyes lingered on his profile, the subtle tightening of her embrace, the unspoken weight she imbued into those words. She wasn’t merely repeating them; she was delivering them, a whispered confession disguised as mimicry. Adrian, in his innocent, open way, seemed utterly unaware, his focus on the lighthearted banter. My fists clenched at my sides, the muscles in my jaw tightening to the point of pain.

“With you, Moretti? Never lazy.” She laughed, straddling him, her hips teasing, her fingers tracing his chest. Their love, playful and passionate, was a refuge, the city’s unrest a distant hum, their bond a pulse that steadied them. --- The penthouse bedroom was a sanctuary of silk and desire, the air thick with their laughter. Gianna’s teasing touches—her lips brushing Kai’s jaw, her hips swaying—escalated, her shirt slipping off, her body a siren’s call. “You’re too easy,” she purred, her hands pinning his wrists, her emerald eyes blazing with mischief.

“Tell me you weren't fucking my brother, Gael.” Gael sat up, unashamed, grabbing our clothes to cover us partially. “I love him, Roman.” The room exploded into chaos. Roman lunged forward, but Gael was faster, standing to block him. “Stay back,” Gael warned, naked and fierce. I scrambled up, my heart pounding, pulling on my pants with shaking hands. “Roman, please. Let us explain.” But explanations wouldn't fix this. The taboo we had ignited burned brighter now, exposed and raw, threatening to destroy everything.

"Marry me." He went very still. His hand was still on my arm, his thumb resting against the inside of my wrist. "What?" "Marry me, not for real. Well, legally real, but not romantically real and you're the only person I trust. The only one who never wanted anything from me and I have thirty days to find a husband or I lose everything. I know it's insane but you're gay so it's not like things would get complicated between us. We could just sign the papers and pretend for a while and then when the inheritance is safe we can go back to normal. Please…"