Great Fantasy Romance Novels & Stories

Freya hugged her friend, who hugged her back. " Now, seriously, I'm very happy to see you, and even happier to see that sparkle in your eyes, the sparkle of someone deeply in love. I need to thank that Greek god of a boyfriend of yours for taking care of me, and take the opportunity to ask if there are any mafiosi like him available there." Freya and Rosamund smiled at Anika, everything might seem romantic like a fairy tale in Anika's mind, but Freya and Rosamund knew very well that it was more like a suspense, action, and even horror story than a fairy tale.

she said happily. "Have you watched one of it where the male lead kissed his girlfriend's enemy, how does it end?" he was ready to hear something soothing. "That is too easy. There is one worse than that and it still ended happily. I've seen a dead lover risen again. That's called a fantasy though" she made him happy. That had been more than he wanted to hear. "Now I can sleep in peace. Thanks, Mrs Flinch" Raymond breathed in deep.

He had been her long time crush and finally she had her chance at dating him only to be dumped for a much prettier, hotter blonde senior. Shawn was every high school girls fantasy, his protruding abs would make them crave for a touch, his killer looks got their eyes dizzy at his sight, he was even hotter being the school's baseball captain and he was excellent at the game. Emily had a short lived romance dating the hottest, meanest and popular guy in school and when it ended she as the victim got no sympathy from the masses. Majority of the girls hated her for having Shawn's heart and Bailey was loved for putting an end to it.

"You had a non-dragon mate that you rejected, didn't you?" Fafnir let out an aroused sounding moan, and hearing it coming through the phone was a little more than disturbing to say the least. "Oh boy did I ever. Scarlett. She was the fire fairy princess of our hemisphere. Drop dead gorgeous, curves like you wouldn't believe, long wavy blood red hair, sparkling orange eyes, the heart of a saint with the level of crazy that could keep a man happy in bed until his dying breath." "What ever happened between the two of you?"

Genre: Explicit Steamy Fantasy Romance | Dragon Shifter | Dark Romance | Delayed Pleasure | Sex Toys Characters: Ziaanat: A headstrong, curious mortal woman with dragon blood she doesn’t know about. Tovian: The unhinged, brooding Dragon King, tormented by centuries of hunger, lust, and a prophecy that names Ziaanat as his only release. . .

Enchanted Synopsis: Enchanted, to fill with great delight or charm. As soon as Tatiana Rivers set eyes on Damien Romano, she was head over heels for her Knight in the navy blue Armani. Tall, fair and handsome, with a dash of wickedness, seemed like the perfect recipe for a fairy tale. The only problem, he’d her best friend’s husband’s older brother. But Damien Romano isn’t interested in love, not after a past experience had left him burned and scarred for life. Although he’s attracted to his sister-in-law’s best friend, he doesn’t think he can fall in love ever again. So he agrees to only be Tatiana’s friend with benefits for the duration of two weeks while their gang goes on their honeymoon

A strange feeling pools at the depths of my stomach. “Then why are you doing it?” His gaze drags over my face before settling back on my eyes. “Because I want you, Sora Raine.” That is fucking ridiculous. We’ve known each other for less than a day. No one ever wants someone that quickly. Right? Kade’s mouth curves into something dangerously close to a smile. “And unlike you, I’m not pretending otherwise.”

“Like it’s just another war you have to control.” “It is.” “No,” she said firmly. “It stopped being just that the moment you kissed me.” Silence. Deep. Heavy. Unavoidable. “And now?” she asked. His breath slowed. “Now it’s complicated.” Nyra almost laughed—but there was no humor in it. “Complicated?” she repeated. “That’s what you’re calling this?” “What do you want me to call it?” She didn’t hesitate. “Real.” The word settled between them like something fragile and dangerous.

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

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