Henchman Story Romance Novels & Stories

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Three years ago, there were vacations, beach pictures, birthday dinners, hiking trails. Someone appeared beside him over and over again. He was tall with brown hair and an easy smile. He was in dozens of photos. I clicked one. It was an image of the man kissing Adrian’s cheek as they sat on the beach. The caption underneath read: “Couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.” I blinked. That didn’t seem innocent. Or a platonic relationship. Anger welled in me the longer I stared at the image. I swear, if Adrian had a boyfriend…

Gen chuckled, "I just have high school friends here, although I have lost contact with most of them during these last years but I have a close friend back in London, her name is Chloe and we are also roommates, apart from her, I don't have any close friends" "Oh,I see," Felix paused, "What about a boyfriend?" He implored. Surprised at his question, Gen smiled, "I am single" she replied to Felix surprise. "Are you serious?" He raised an eyebrow, "Remember, I am your brother so you can be open to me". Gen laughed, "I am serious, I am single. It's hard to get a guy who loves you for who you are. Not just a bad boy who just wants to get laid with you and nothing else".

Again, we are not werewolves but still there is that sort of magical spark that they talk of when a mate touches you. I rolled my eyes and looked at his hand on my tummy. "Ohh, sorry about that. I was just trying to comfort your tummy." He tried to look apologetic but his smirk gave him away. In a little while, he drove up to a gas station.. "Go grab something please while I get some fuel on this car." "What do you like?" "I don't like sweets. Just maybe a ham and bacon croissant and dark coffee." "Ok." I loosened the belt and opened the door.

It's 2 years together but both of them have never said the words 'I love you' to each other. Chantal was different. She was the one who told him she's attracted to him first. In the beginning, he tried to laugh it off. She is after all Diana's twin. But the more that he would bump into her coincidentally everywhere, the more that he felt attraction towards her. Chantal was also pretty. She looks like one of those celebrities that always have makeup done on them professionally. As someone who loves fashion, she always knew what looks good on her and would only wear clothes that would bring up her attractive features. Compared to Diana's fixed schedule in meeting him, Chantal would always make

Ahana pov . As soon as Sid went away, I looked at my sister and asked: "Who is he". She looks at her husband. I don't know why it feels like I need to know who he is. Why is he affecting me so much? I was lost in my questions but one thing I am sure I am in love with this man. I came out of my thoughts when Sameer said: " he is my brother, Sid". "Sid"... I kept recalling his name again and again in my mind

They both feel an undeniable attraction towards each other from the moment they've met and they quickly give in to their desires but what will happen when young girls start to get missing and found dead in the woods and HE becomes a suspect? Dear shy, sexy professor A Forbidden love story between Professor Alexander Morero, a 35 years old teacher who teaches Italian language & History at Bedrock university, LA, California and his new student, 20 year old, Jessica Hudson. *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#* Bonus story: My boyfriend's uncle Introduction: He knew he was in trouble. She was the girlfriend of his nephew, and she was off-limits. But he couldn't help the way he felt when he was

She had spent years perfecting that composure, first as his secretary, then as the woman who learned how to stand beside men like Henry without shrinking. “Home,” Henry announced, his voice a gravelly baritone worn smooth by cigars and single malts. Jennifer offered a small, tense smile. The business trip to Monaco had been a whirlwind. The diamond on her finger felt heavier than it had that morning, when they had signed papers in a quiet office halfway across the world with no guests, no announcements, no warnings. Henry married his secretary of five months because he wanted to and he was too rich to give a shit about the whispers that would undoubtedly follow them home. She smoothed the sk

When my mother reached him, he gently caressed her face. “Aileen, come home. I know I was wrong. Let me spend the rest of my life making it up to you, okay? “You always thought I was lying to you. But you’re smarter than that. If I didn’t really have feelings for you, you never would’ve married me.” However, in response, my mother drove a knife into his chest. Jack shouted in shock, “Mr. Xanders!” My father simply smiled and said, “So you really do hate me that much.”

Henry let out a chuckle and said, "It's like something out of a movie, isn't it? Two people bump into each other, pick up their stuff, and then they fall madly in love." Katherina looked at Henry, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. "What are you suggesting?" she asked, her tone more incredulous than offended. But then, Henry's expression shifted, and a mischievous smirk spread across his face. Before Katherina could react, he reached out and lightly touched her chin with his thumb and index finger, raising her lips to meet his own. Katherina was caught off guard, and for a moment, she didn't know what to do. Her mind was racing, and her heart was pounding.