Homosexual Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“Perhaps you should come and sort out Kate for me. Mind you, if you smiled at her, she would probably accuse you of two-timing me. But then, according to her, you are only one of the many I have in my harem. Can women have such things?’ ‘Not in Australia. Come on. It’s time we were off. I?ll be in trouble if I don’t get you home in good time. Can’t have your reputation completely shattered by an evil Aussie male.’ 'Thanks so much. I’ve really enjoyed myself.’ Before they left the car park, he reached over to her. He placed a gentile, undernanding kiss on her soft lips. Despite her good sense, Kerrien felt herself respond, her body pressing towards his. She knew inside that she was playing wi

She asked and quickly added, "Wait, wait, let me guess." "Okay?" "Thriller and mystery novels?" She asked, hoping that she got it since that was the genre most guys loved to read. "Or maybe fantasy novels," she added. "None of the above," he said and chuckled. "I read pure romance and romance only." "What the…" Autumn was surprised to hear that. She never imagined that someone like him would love romance novels. "Yup. Romance novels that have slutty scenes." He added. The realization then hit Autumn. It wasn't romance he loved, it was sex and slutty stuff he loved. "Pervert," she muttered, making him chuckle.

Small town, small church. I crossed my legs, feeling the slickness between my thighs grow. “It’s not just the sex. It’s the way I want it rough and dirty, like I need someone to take control because my life is spinning all over the place. Last weekend I let this guy bend me over his car in the parking lot behind the bar. Skirt up, no condom even. I came so hard I couldn’t walk straight after, but then I cried the whole drive home.”

However, now that I’m about to have his enormous manhood inside me, a slight feeling of fear washes over me, as I’m starting to think I’m not ready to do this… “Isabella…” Asher whispers, kissing my neck. “I want to fuck you; I want to make you mine…” My cheeks flush, because I’m used to being the strong huntress of the Grayson clan, feared and respected by all—to think that I could be taken by a werewolf… It’s ridiculous, stupid, impossible… That’s why I feel so turned on just thinking about Asher fucking me. “Don’t get so full of yourself, dog,” I reply, placing one of my hands on his neck. “You’d better please me, or you’ll be in for a world of trouble…”

“We forgot we have a virgin saint among us.” I stepped back, voice steady despite my racing pulse. “Have you all forgotten that relationships between werewolves and humans are forbidden?” “Pipe down,” someone laughed. “Times have changed. We can sleep with them — just don’t get pregnant. That’s the only real trouble.” The conversation spiraled. “I heard he’s incredible in bed…” “I bet he has a huge cock…” “You can hear the proof if you walk past his chambers at night.” Their giggles filled the corridor. I shook my head and grabbed my basket, hurrying away before I had to listen to any more.

I said with more confidence. "With face it is" "Thanks" "What is your story about anyway?" he leaned closer to the table and put his arms on it. "It's a romance novel and I would like to refer to it as such. Despite the pornographic details on it. It's a story of a bad boy falling for an innocent and fragile girl. He's a wild spirit and she is conservative... two opposites attract" I giggled and I didn't even know why. "They have sex like crazy in every position I could think of, anywhere and every time they meet" I kept giggling like a little girl and he smiled like he enjoyed our conversation. That was good...

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent, Breeding, Public/Car Sex, Sensory Deprivation (Blindfolding), Primal Play, Overstimulation, Graphic Sexual Content. I didn't wait long. By noon, I was at her apartment door, my knuckles rapping a steady, "concerned" rhythm against the wood. My inner beast was pacing, his claws scratching at the back of my ribs. The scent coming from under the door was intoxicating-it was the smell of a female in peak estrus, a pheromonal explosion triggered by the supernatural seed I'd pumped into her hours ago.

“My best friend is my bro, but if she disrespected Charlotte like Liza did your girl...I don’t know man, I’d have some shit to think about. The way you defended Vasha that night was like something out of a movie. I feel like it’s not so black and white in the real world. I’ve never seen love like yours before. The way you two look at each other, it’s beautiful. Hold onto those memories until you can be together again.” I choked back tears and ducked my head down to wake Vasha, who was dead set on remaining in my lap. I tucked a tuft of black hair behind her ear, and she stirred. “Detka? It’s time to go...” ******************** When I was in middle school, I loved reading romance novels. I’d

My childhood friend promised to marry me once we came of age — but at my wedding ceremony, he gave my wedding ring to my stepsister, Summer Hugh. At the time, it was Victor Lowell, the fearsome mafia heir, who saved me by publicly announcing he had loved me for years. In the five years we had been married, he would fulfill every wish I had, even those I mentioned offhand. I truly believed I was the center of his world. All that changed when I stumbled across a top-secret folder as I was cleaning his bookshelf. The very first page was a file on Summer, with three red words printed in bold, “Top protection priority.”

He has the eyes of a sinner, ones that strip you and flip you in a whore position… make you cum without fucking you. And if they ever fuck you, you become their slave. There are only 1% of such sinners in the world and my bestie’s hot brother is one of them. “Sofia!” Amelia nudges me and I bump into Diego’s hard frame. Fuck! I stiffen, breath trapped in my throat, and my heart racing like I ran a marathon. The spot our bare skin grazes radiates heat… lustful heat. One I should never feel for another man who’s not my boyfriend.