Horror Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Watching her wake up has become one of my new favorite pastimes and I don’t want to miss it this morning, although she won’t wake up for another couple hours at least; she’s a night creature. I get up and walk back into the bedroom. Stopping at the foot of the bed, I laugh softly as I see the three of them tangled up in each other’s limbs. I then proceed to our library nook in another corner of our room, sit in my favorite chair, and pull out the romance novel I started to read last night. It is a good one. A story about an author who gets a movie deal and gets tangled up with the three male actors who audition to play characters in her book.

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If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

She asked and I turned "I'm doctor Lindsay , I attended to a patient a while ago she was bleeding.She called her friend Cassy and they seem to be in a hurry"The doctor said "Cassy,yes her friends name is Cassy .She has hazel eyes and her hair is chestnut brown.What's wrong with her.Why was she bleeding?"I said "This information is meant to be classified.Who are you to her"She asked "I'm her husband"I said and brought out my phone and showed her a wedding picture of I and Vida

The whole house was boring and the atmosphere was gloomy, I decided to go into the study, when I was in there with Damon I could recall seeing romance novels on the bookshelf. I am a true lover of romantic novels, they get your spirit high with the sexiness of the male lead and gracefulness of the female but one thing that lacks in all romantic plot is that all are the same, there hasn't been anything new but who cares...... While I checked the bookshelf I notice a couple of erotic novels in there, you should know that I am very happy.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Lena trembled in my arms, her body limp, her breath shaky. Mine. My fingers trailed along her spine, slow, possessive. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?" I murmured. She didn’t answer. Didn’t fight me. She couldn’t. I turned her in my arms, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes were distant, glazed over with the horror of what she had done. But there was something else there too. Something dark. Something that would grow. I grinned. I brushed my lips over hers—not quite a kiss, more of a claim.

I threw my head back, helpless under the mix of pain and pleasure. My fingers curled tightly into the sheets. He moved lower. “You smell so good, my dear,” he growled, trailing open-mouthed kisses down my chest. His hands stopped at the knot of my blouse. When he began to untie it, I caught his wrist, my fingers trembling against his skin. “Are you scared, little lamb?” he asked, looking from my hand to my flushed face. “No,” I whispered, biting my lip. “It’s just that… I have never done this before.”

I hope I do not end up screaming so loudly that my baby decides to make an early entrance into the world. I have always preferred romance novels over any other genre. There is something comforting about them, even if they do not always reflect reality. Horror, on the other hand, fills me with dread. It gives me a wild imagination, and I often end up with nightmares after reading or watching anything scary. I remember the times in school when my roommates would roll their eyes at me during horror movies because I could not stop screaming. Eventually, they would kick me out of the room, and I would miss the rest of the movie. The memory makes me giggle, though it is tinged with a hint of nosta

Oh, should be the second favorite by now. "Here, for you." "You treat me so nice; I wonder how I can live without you." I fluttered. "Don't worry about that, I don't have any plan to let you live without me. I will haunt you even I become a ghost." "Is that considered a romance or horror genre?" He raised his brow, "my way of romance," he added with his smug face. "Weird grumpy boyfriend," I murmured with a low tone. "Uh-uh, I heard that."