Grovelling Heroes Romance Novels Novels & Stories

” she asked ” It’s nothing,, what’s the title??” He asked ” MELTED HEARTS ” She replied ” Wow,,,,I really love anything romance, ” He smiled ” Good for you then ” She said and faced the novel back Michael continue starring at her face and how her long lashes move when blinking,,,,, he suddenly smiled and got down from the tree, He sat down beside her ,,, ” What’s wrong?? You really want to read this?? ” She asked ” You can just tell me about the novel,,am too lazy to read novels ” He replied

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

Lucas was mine now, and I was his, the forbidden bond stronger than any sacred tie. I traced patterns on his chest, already planning the next time I would push him over the edge. His hand stroked my hair, and I smiled against his skin. The wolf had surrendered, and the heat between us burned hotter than ever. We dozed briefly, but his cock stirred against my thigh, and soon we were at it again, this time with me riding him on the couch, my hips rolling as he gripped my waist and thrust up to meet every descent. His knot swelled inside me once more, locking us as I ground down, milking every drop from him while his mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

she replied, and with that, their lips collided again. He arranged her on the mattress, and in there, their passion collided into soaring heights, whispered sweet nothings, shared heaving breaths, exchanged moaning words of delight and with the moon as the sole witness and a couple of thousand fireworks exploding up in the sky. The End **** Thank you for reading this story, my dear readers. This is the first story ever that I made twelve years ago. ^_^' I recommend you to read, The Alpha King's Claim, My Demon Butler Serves Me and My Scythe-Wielding Husband, if you haven't yet. They have strong heroines and equally strong and handsome male leads if you're looking for that. Take care! Author

As an orphan who had grown up with nothing, this place felt like a dream I had no right to enter. “…and you will be one of the maids attending to Lord Blackwood’s personal quarters,” Mrs. Hargrove continued sharply. “Are you even listening to me, girl?” “Yes, ma’am,” I answered quickly, my voice nervous. She gave me a long, pointed stare before continuing the tour. We climbed a long spiral staircase to the second floor, where the master’s private chambers were located. “You were hired because of your plain looks and quiet nature,” she said bluntly. The words stung, even though I knew they were meant as a compliment here. “Lord Blackwood values discretion above all else. You are to be invisib

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Although, with a more mature appearance and a different purpose, it feels like Rhea can't dislike the young man, since long ago. "Adam?" Adam was horrified, actually quite awkward with the meeting he thought would not be possible again. But he immediately stood up and walked towards the middle-aged woman who stood gracefully, still as elegant as he remembered. "Tante, how are you?" At least he regarded the woman in front of him as his aunt's best friend, no longer his lover's parents. "Fine, well, how are you doing?" asked Rhea, patting Adam's arm. "I'm good, Tante."

The warmth of her skin against mine ignited a fervent desire, fueling my desire for her. Her breath quickened, matching the rhythm of my own heartbeat. With each thrust, she gasped as my hands traced the delicate arch of her back, the curve of her waist, and the contours of her hips. I explored the landscape of her body, committing it to memory with an insatiable hunger. My fingers danced along the curves of her body, tracing invisible patterns that ignited her senses. Her skin, warm and inviting, begged for my touch. I obliged, leaving a trail of fiery kisses along her neck, her collarbone, and down to the swell of her breasts.