Great Christian Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Christina reiterated. Matthew took a deep breath and did not say anything. It was said that maternal love is the greatest love in the world, which was present in Christina. She hated Michael so much, but she was willing to have another child with Michael just for the sake of her son. “Christina, a man who has cheated after marriage usually has a messy lifestyle. Stealing his sperm shouldn’t be tough. When the time comes, I’ll find a coquettish young girl to seduce him, get his sperm and take a nude photo of him, then expose him!”

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

They froze. Snow fell around them. Her hair brushed his jaw. His hands were on her waist. “You’re heavy,” he said. “You’re lying,” she shot back. For a heartbeat, everything else disappeared. Then— “DAAAADDYYYY!” Noelle slid into them like a missile. Sebastian groaned. Nyra burst out laughing. “This,” Nyra said between laughs, “is the best Christmas I’ve had in years.” Sebastian stood, brushing snow off. “You’re enjoying this far too much.”

"CONTRACT MARRIAGE" Will she give into Christian's demand or her masterstroke will change the dynamics of the trap he set for her? What will happen when Christian and Mishka's entirely different worlds would crash? Will love find its way through the web of lies, deception, and mysteries? Find this book on Goodnovel: My Indian Wife ***

However, they also acted like everything was peachy. That was high society: all glitter on the outside, a total mess on the inside. Nora came down the aisle on her dad's arm, her dress trailing behind her like something out of a fairy tale. However, she was as pale as a ghost, and her smile looked like it hurt. The show got started. The priest was doing his thing. "Francis Davis, do you take Nora Hunter to be your wife?" Francis was silent. He was scanning the crowd instead, looking for someone.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

Our perfect moments of love till eternity. Author’s Note Dear cherished readers, If you’re here, it means you’ve journeyed with CRAVING THE ENEMY’S HUSBAND from the very beginning, through the heartbreaks, revenge, reunions, battles, and the ultimate victory of love. You’ve walked beside Christiana in her darkest moments, stood with Bryan as he fought for his memories and redemption, and witnessed the downfall of Bella, whose shadow loomed for decades. Together, we’ve navigated a world of passion, vengeance, and survival.

One of his hands leaves my hips, coming up to grab my neck, forcing me to arch my body in a way to accommodate him. “Fuck this!” I hear Connor over Christian’s banging thrusts, then the sound of the call hanging up afterwards. The silence he leaves behind is worse than the shouting. Worse, because now there’s no one to pretend this isn’t happening. But I can’t bring myself to care as Christian’s grip on my neck tightens, his face coming to my ear. “Do you know how many fucking times I imagined you like this?” he groaned, “Bent over and taking me from behind like the good girl you are.”

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.

Watching her wake up has become one of my new favorite pastimes and I don’t want to miss it this morning, although she won’t wake up for another couple hours at least; she’s a night creature. I get up and walk back into the bedroom. Stopping at the foot of the bed, I laugh softly as I see the three of them tangled up in each other’s limbs. I then proceed to our library nook in another corner of our room, sit in my favorite chair, and pull out the romance novel I started to read last night. It is a good one. A story about an author who gets a movie deal and gets tangled up with the three male actors who audition to play characters in her book.