Harliquin Romance Novels & Stories

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

she whispered again, holding his head close, pressing him against her chest, letting him explore more freely. Her fingers tangled in his hair. Her desire felt like fire, burning through every ounce of doubt. Haris began unbuttoning and slipping off her clothes, layer by layer. His fingers touched her skin—warm, smooth, and smelling like strawberries. He swallowed hard. He couldn’t believe someone like Marini was his. A girl so beautiful, so out of reach, was here—only for him. Marini closed her eyes. She was scared, no doubt. Who wouldn’t be, doing something so bold out in the woods?

I don't want to whine anymore, I thought. "Do you want to see your pack?" he asked suddenly. I blinked, "Can it be this soon?" My body tilted slightly as I spontaneously turned my head towards him. My large eyelids met his mysterious eyes at a very close distance. Haris pinches my cheeks with his hands, making my head pull up. "It depends on how you write the ending," Haris said firmly and then gave my temple a quick peck. This isn't romance, you know? This is intimidation.

Leoric pulled his arm away from Harol's clutch and walked out angrily. "How can this girl be so lucky? What enchantment is she using on this guys? Lustrow doesn't acknowledge their marriage but he still kept him as his wife to enjoy their wealth and respect of a Luna and here is my Leoric, dying for her. I will not give up nor will I give Silene a chance to win. She isn't the only woman on earth, I will make her lose everything. She won't get Leoric nor Lustrow let alone the love of his family. I will make her suffer, suffer for making my boyfriend fall in love with her." Harol said as her face turned red with rage. She was going ballistic.

Harmony laughed, “I will definitely collapse, “she said and they both laughed. “I have never seen you this excited in a while friend, I am so happy that the white banana got you this way…” “No! Damn! You are so corrupt. We only kissed okay?” “Well, then get down soon, I want to hear the whole gist,” Vivian said, pulling the blanket over the both of them. Harmony sighed as she lay on the bed. She kept repeating what had happened in her mind, especially when he had called her name…it was like being noticed for the first time, it was like one of her dreams and…She stopped…Hold on, in her dreams? What name had he called her? Dennis? No, definitely not, she must have mistaken it for …no…yes, he h

Then that's when his romance was over and he was not bound to a relationship. One night stand-something that became a solution for Arion to release his male desires. While Emily stared at Arion who was enjoying his body so much at the moment. Sucking both of her hunks in turn, the taste was too strong. She herself could not express it in words. Arion went down on Emily's flat stomach, making the beautiful woman squirm and wriggle. "Yon," Emily murmured under her breath. "Hem?" replied Arion without stopping the action. The handsome and charming man continued what he was doing at the moment. His lust was already at an all-time high. Both of Arion Harold's hands lowered the pink skirt leaving

Four years had passed, yet their relationship remained stagnant, unable to progress beyond a simple peck on the forehead. Alaric's disdain for Harley was rooted in his memories of their past. He couldn't understand why her scent, once tantalizing, now repulsed him. Desperate to salvage their relationship, Harley turned to the black market, purchasing a powerful aphrodisiac from a foreign national from Country C. Harley navigated the dimly lit alley, her eyes scanning the crowded stalls. She had heard whispers of a black market vendor selling rare, potent aphrodisiacs. Harley's determination to secure Alaric's affections drove her to take risks.

The punch she threw does little to the man, who laughs and seizes Ariana’s trembling shoulder in response. “You don’t know, but you will once I get the price out of your pretty lips, girl.” He growls as Ariana opens her mouth to scream bloody murder. “Let’s see...how much to get those lips on my dick? One thousand? Two thousand? Name your price.” “Neither.” Ariana struggles to jerk away from his grip. “Get off, get off, get off. ” “Don’t worry, Ari, I’ll make you feel so fucking good.” Harold’s palm hovers down her torso, fingers dangerously near her crotch.

I can almost imagine him whispering dirty, wicked words in my ear while his fingers are knuckle-deep in my… Scarlett Whitmore! Get a grip! Harlan must definitely read minds because for the slightest second, his lips curl in a smirk so downright sinful, it weakens something deep inside of me. But it’s gone so fast, his face returning to its usual stony facade, I’m left wondering if I had imagined it. “Uh…” I search the fog in my brain, desperate to come up with a response that doesn’t make me sound like a cock-hungry slut. “You need a wife.”

Then, he opened I*******m. The first story at the top of his feed was from a local sports reporter. It was a video snippet, It showed the grand entrance of the hilltop club. The doors swung open, and there was Liam, looking like a movie star in a charcoal tuxedo. And there was Chloe, radiant in emerald silk, her hand tucked firmly into the crook of his arm.