Highlander Romance Novels & Stories

“At first I just looked at him and saw how beautiful he was, the doctors were always amazed to see such a young and smart person.” “Well, actually maybe Dr. Mark shows his affection that way.” I say trying to be cupid. “I know, I'll wait.” She tells me with her pretty eyes looking at the sky. “I've done it for four years, I can't wait longer.” She tells me, sighing. I glanced at Dr. Mark who was talking to Harry, he looked cold and calculating, but I could see what Dr. Miller was saying, and my heart started pounding. What is happening to me?

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

The city lights reflected in his eyes as he looked at her. “You still matter to me,” he said quietly. Her heart ached hearing those words. “You matter to me too.” “But we’re different,” Lincoln said. “That hasn’t changed.” “No,” she agreed. “It hasn’t.” They stood there in silence for a long moment. Then Lincoln reached out and gently touched her hand. The contact sent a familiar warmth through her chest. “You always understood me,” he said softly. Evelyn shook her head. “No.” “You loved your dreams more.”

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.

“No!” Matthew explained, “I’m just upset that I’m not the first man you met and that I only met you after you’ve been hurt by others! “Christina, it’s not too late. Be my girlfriend and let me take care of you. I won’t let you be hurt anymore…” Before she could reply, a sarcastic laugh rang in her ears. “Young Master Henderson, have you changed your career to be an actor? Which drama are you rehearsing for?”

He pulled away, just long enough to see the desire in her eyes before resuming the kiss. The soft smell of her perfume floated up to his nostrils and he breathed it in without breaking the kiss. The scent turned him on even more and he let out a soft growl as he pressed his body into hers. It had only been a week since they'd made love, but it might as well have been a year. The way he craved her in that moment was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.

she said as they all nodded in agreement with her. .. .. .. DO CHECK OR ADD OTHER BOOKS OF THE AUTHOR….. REVENGE ON THE MAFIA LORD WARNING MATURED CONTENT R18 ****** Revenge was all she wanted, it was all she hungered for, but slowly did she know that she was falling straight into the devil's lair and the den of true love. She never intended to fall for him, he never intended to fall for anyone. All she wanted was to destroy him, not yearn for him more and more.

Nah, he doesn't look more than four. Did Louisa move on immediately he left New York for Australia five years ago? Is she that cold-hearted? it can't be. Although it turned out to be based on deceit, their love was intense and very reciprocal while it lasted. He had never seen anyone love as hard as she did. So, the possibility of her getting into another romantic affair immediately after him is low. Kingsley steps into the back seat of his silver Lamborghini, releasing the top button of his tuxedo for comfort. Hardy closes the door after him and then turns around to put the car in motion.

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."