Halloween Romance Novellas Novels & Stories

I’m still trying to figure out a way to make hoverboards that actually hover without wheels. “What new novel are you reading, Rose?” I asked. A collective groan came from the other werewolves in the car. Rose had a love of paranormal romantic fiction. I had to correct a few misconceptions about werewolves when she found out my whole family were werewolves. It’s so ingrained in her psyche that she has me give her a hickey on a certain spot of her neck every few days. She’s also planning on getting matching tattoos there when we’re eighteen.

’ The noxious craving of death isn’t new nor old, it’s deceptive as the month of Halloween. October is a wicked time of the year for her and she contemplated, ‘Why?’ but couldn’t follow a conclusion. Cassy abhorred the young evening and the civilians on the street who’re busy preparing for the parade to celebrate the supernatural forces which existed thousand years ago. It included even her new wife, Andrea. They got married last week, after having a relationship of over five years but instead of going on a honeymoon, Andrea preferred to organize a bash for stupid vampire witches’ lovers at her father’s place. It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and ho

“Why, Ms. Thalia?” In a wave of her hand, the chains in Dorrien Ronan’s hand now plummeted onto the floor. “There is always a right timing for everything.” *** Finally, Samhain has come. October 31 and it was the hallowed day for the creatures of the night. The Hunter’s Moon was vibrantly glowing on Halloween Night—Samhain for vampires and werewolves, and even for the Blood Witches also known as the Heathens. Rozelyn managed to recover soon from that heart-stopping situation days ago; less than a day, to be frank.

Scattered across my mind. And I barely had time to process it. I just wanted to take pictures of the dessert then call it a day with photography but my car had brought me here. Into the arms of a man that actually howls. Talk about a horror romance film only in this case, I doubt Cassian feels anything other than responsibility towards me. Cassian doesn’t speak when he leads me back up the stairs. He doesn’t explain, doesn’t apologize. He doesn’t have to. The bond tells me everything he won’t.

I accused, my voice trembling with hurt and betrayal. Drake's anguished cry pierced the air. "No, Yvonne, I would never betray you like that. I swear it," he pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. I stared at him, disbelief mingling with the pain in my heart. "Then how? How do you know about werewolves and vampires?" I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper. With a heavy heart, Drake approached me, his expression filled with sorrow. "I know who you are, Yvonne Brooks. The daughter of Arthur and Catherine Brooks, the heiress of the Moonlight Pack. I know that you're a werewolf," he confessed softly.

" I reply. "We'll see. The heroine always denies her feelings at first in most romance novels. " she coos. "That's not true! And even if This Mansion were to be a novel, I'm pretty sure it would be horror and not romance! " I shot. "That's true. But who says a little romance isn't allowed in a horror novel? " she coos while wiggling her brows at me. "You're nuts! " I reply as I roll my eyes and look away while she just laughs.

His scarred hand slid up her side, stopped just under her breast. “I could break you.” “Maybe I want to be broken.” His mouth crashed down on hers — brutal, hot, claiming. She whimpered as his tongue shoved past her lips, as his hands grabbed her hips and lifted her like she weighed nothing. He laid her on the fur rug before the fire and stripped her bare. No ceremony. No sweetness. Just fists and tearing fabric. “You came here for a ghost,” he growled. “Now let me haunt you.” He dropped to his knees and spread her thighs.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Darkness ate at her vision. Creeping in around her. Rosa could swear she heard Axel's voice calling her name but it sounded very far away. Darkness claimed her. Her body went limp. The last thought in Rosa's mind was of Axel. She imagined him gathering her into his arms, calling out her name. Begging her not to leave him. Tears seeped out of Rosa's eyes. She wanted to touch his face. Brush the fear and pain from him. But she couldn't. She couldn't fight the darkness and let go. It swallowed her whole. Her one regret was she hadn't told axel that she loved him. She did love him. It had taken her too long to figure it out and now it was too late. She drifted. At least in the dark it didn't hur

It's still going to remain the same but that night, he just wanted to keep staring at her and let his heart beat for her. Just that night. After that night, he will kill off the feelings he has for her so she would go forth peacefully to her world. "There is someone more beautiful than me. I am jealous." Rachel said out loud to the hearing of all. "If I were a guy, my love story would have started now." Rielle smiled a bit and lowered her gaze. She felt shy and wouldn't look at them. Was she that different that night? "The werewolves are gathered outside. It's time for the first moon." One of the elders walked in and announced.