Halloween Romance Novellas 소설 & 이야기

I clenched my hands tightly. Panic gripped me as I recalled the helplessness I had felt in my dying moments during my previous life. When I felt the strength returning to my palms, I was finally certain—I had been reborn. I glanced at the clock, knowing I would be informed that my house was on fire soon. Right on cue, the phone rang. It was our neighbor, Paula Klein. She yelled, "Caroline, get back here! Luna and Liam are home napping. Emery just left, and he isn't picking up his phone! Hurry!"

he rolled his eyes, he noticed his breathing was becoming calmer. "You hate him that much?" "I don't hate my brother " he shunned her. "Are you sure about that?" she leaned close to him, and said slowly with her eyes glued to his eyes "Tell me you don't hate him" Austin was supposed to be feeling angry, but staying this close to Tasha, always aroused some kind of feeling within him he was yet to understand. His eyes went from her eyes down to her lips, it was moist as ever and he could smell her. He always wondered what was so special about her, why he saw her and not other ghosts. He swallowed hard and attempted to lean backward, "Don't, answer my question Austin '' she leaned forward again

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

That she could resist and without an emotional bond, it would be easier. Ana knew she was fooling herself and making excuses. She didn’t have time for them right now. She needed to arrange a way out of here before the light came. This travelling by day was just too dangerous for her comfort. The fact that it was a myth that they fell into a state of death was a lie to put their human enemies off their scent. The fools still banded together in certain areas and searched for vampires to kill. What ended up happening, though, wasn’t any deaths, but a mutilation of a perfectly normal corpse. A pity really, to disturb someone’s final rest like that. Three in the afternoon was for her, three in th

But I only grinned at him, revelling in my victory. Suddenly, he attacked my neck from behind, pulling my head back by my hair. He unleashed his inner monster, biting my neck and sucking my blood with an insatiable hunger. I turned him around to face me and captured his lips with mine. He gripped my waist, pulling me closer, and we kissed passionately, our bodies igniting with desire. It wasn't a normal kiss—it was filled with both love and the taste of blood. He bit and sucked the blood from my lips. I was the happiest person alive, knowing that I was satisfying my vampire boyfriend's hunger.

“If I didn’t live across town, I’d be there. No question. I think I’m tall enough to wrap my legs around you.” “No. I couldn’t have you drive in this rain.” “I would, though.” I repositioned myself onto my elbows, the strap of my nightgown lazily falling down my shoulder. “Just to hold me? “Hold you. Touch you,” he pointed to the camera. “Kiss that bare shoulder right there...whatever.” Even with just the bare shoulders, suddenly Tatum felt naked. “Oh.” “What are you wearing under that duvet?” he pushed his glasses up, moving closer to the phone.

But now, horrifyingly, I found myself present, responding, wanting the contact even as my mind screamed in revulsion. “So responsive,” he murmured against my mouth. “This is new.” “So responsive,” he murmured against my mouth. “I’d almost forgotten.” His hands slid down my sides, tracing the shape of me—no longer skeletal, but still thin, still vulnerable. I shuddered, fighting the war between revulsion and desperate longing for human contact. “Please,” I whispered, and I wasn’t sure if I was begging him to stop or to continue. The weakness disgusted me. But the isolation had done its work too well. Three months with only fleeting touches from Elena, three months of loneliness and cold and e

Suddenly, I had an older brother. Kai Mercer. He was my hero. But he was also my biggest, most forbidden fantasy. The moment he held me during one of my panic attacks, shirtless and warm, I knew I would never see him the same way again. My hormones went wild. I wanted him to do more than just hug me. God forbid, but today my wish was finally granted. "I'm done pretending, Kai. I love you." "This isn't right, Isla." "Screw that."

Chapter 45: Oiled Desire Alexander’s POV I set the phone down and pulled Cassandra closer, kissing the top of her head. “They’re coming tomorrow. We have tonight.” She looked up at me, brown eyes full of love and defiance. “Then make tonight count.” I reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the bottle of unscented body oil I had bought just for moments like this. “Lie on your stomach, baby.”

The forest still echoed with the chaos they had barely survived. Selene’s hands trembled as she clutched Kael’s shoulder, his blood staining her fingertips. The kiss they had shared—born of desperation, confusion, and something deeper—still lingered between them like a ghost. But it was the man standing just beyond them, cloaked in shadow and moonlight, that stole all the air from her lungs. Ronan. He was bare-chested, panting, blood smeared across his chest, his golden eyes still glowing faintly with the remnants of his transformation. Fury burned in their depths, but so did heartbreak. And betrayal.