Grovelling Heroes Romance Novels Novelas e Histórias

Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar Coming soon: Book 7: Welcome to Gorgoth From the same author: Entertaining Tales of Grin the Cheat There was a time when heroes roamed between the Four Great Cities. They fought for kingdoms and princesses and they lived and died by their valour. Or so the stories say. The way the minstrels sing it, everyone had a swashbuckling good time. Nowadays, buckles are rarely swashed. All the great beasts have been slain, all the great treasures unearthed. Princesses are few and far between — the ones worth fighting over, anyway — and the kingdoms have been divvied up between the sons of so

His other hand cupped my chin and tilting my face up. “Did you read the marked pages like a good girl?” “Yes, Professor,” I whispered, already breathing faster. “Every single one.” “And?” His thumb traced my lower lip. “Tell me what they made you feel. Every wet, needy detail. No lies” Heat flooded my face, but the way he looked at me made me brave. “They made me ache,” I admitted. “The passage about guilt living in the ribs… I felt it here.” I pressed a hand to my chest, then slowly slid it lower, over my stomach. “And lower. I touched myself while reading. I imagined it was you watching me fall apart. The author wanted to be seen completely, even the ugly parts. It made me so wet I had to

She tried not to falter, but her tongue stumbled. “I said read, Lena.” His grip tightened, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. She swallowed. “—the protagonist’s moral conflict emerges when—” His hand slid higher, dragging the hem of her skirt along with it. Cold air kissed her inner thigh. She shivered. “Keep going.” His voice was dark silk, dangerous and smooth. Her breath hitched as his fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on the bare skin above her knee. She gritted her teeth, forcing her eyes on the text, though the words had started to blur.

Just enough to tease. Gregory’s eyes darkened. “You must be as intelligent as you are beautiful.” The word hung between us, and I tilted my head, letting my lashes flutter. “Thank you, sir.” When I reached for the business card he offered, I made sure our fingers brushed. Just a graze, barely there, but the way his breath hitched, the way his pupils dilated, told me everything. I was playing with fire, and I loved it. Adrian’s hand shot out, gripping my wrist hard enough to bruise. His voice was a low, dangerous growl. “That’s enough, pet.”

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Two The Warning Beneath the Suit The morning sun barely filtered through the thin curtains of Evelyn’s kitchen window, casting long strips of pale gold across the old wood floor. She stood barefoot on the chilled boards, coffee in hand, hair unbrushed, shirt borrowed from her late father—faded red plaid hanging off one shoulder—and tried to ignore the storm rising in her gut. Last night’s encounter with Damien Romano had not just left her rattled; it had torn something loose inside her. Something dangerous. The man had stepped onto her land like he belonged, like the dirt itself bent beneath his polished shoes, and then he’d spoken with a calm so soaked in a

As they kissed, Celess felt a sense of danger and excitement that she had never felt before, as if she was being drawn into a world of darkness and desire that she couldn't resist. As they parted, Steve looked at her, his eyes filled with a hunger that she knew she couldn't resist. "Come with me, Celess," he said. "Let me show you a world that you never knew existed."Celess felt a thrill of excitement run through her as she took Steve's hand, allowing him to lead her deeper into the darkness. She knew that she was taking a risk, that she was putting herself in danger, but she couldn't bring herself to turn back.

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

His eyes rolled back at the words, thighs quivering as I pushed one finger in, slow and deep, crooking to brush his prostate. “Ash... please," he whispered, voice breaking, but I covered his mouth with mine, kissing him senseless while adding a second finger, scissoring gently. His walls gripped me tight, hot and velvet, and I praised him through it. “That's it, taking my fingers like you were made for it. So fucking good, Elliot.” He bucked subtly, chasing the stretch, tears pricking his lashes from the intensity.

he growled against her lips. He thrust the finger deep, curling it to hit that sensitive spot, her walls clenching greedily. Then, he withdrew it, coated in her juices and shoved it into her mouth. Marie sucked eagerly, tasting herself while he kissed her deeply, their tongues swirling around the finger. Her hands cupped his neck, pulling him closer, submitting to his control.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”