Human Lover Novels & Stories

No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, she always felt this familiar stranger at the back of her unconsciousness, reaching out to her like a long-forgotten memory. "You know," Talia said endearingly as she walked over to the closet, "I think you're in love with the Zao person." Sira rolled her eyes so much it hurt. "For real, though, you should have seen your face." "You were completely enamored." "And what exactly does an enamored face look like?" Sira asked dryly as she got out of bed.

"Amara, I need to see you urgently." The bedroom door was ajar, and I couldn't resist taking a peek. So I entered in silence and stood still, contemplating the man who was sleeping peacefully on the bed. He was Elder, the leader of the Lycanthropes, and also my lover. He wore a white nightgown clinging to his muscular body and his long bare legs looked very inviting under the covers. His black hair cascaded over his forehead and he looked totally innocent as he slept. I slowly approached him and gave him a soft kiss on the mouth. I then lay down next to him and watched him for a while before waking him fully awake with another kiss...

But what makes this garden so secret and magnificent, you may ask? Long time ago, when the two worlds were in a bloody war for survival, there was a witch who was deeply in love with a human. She loved him so much that she created a parallel universe for supernatural creatures like us, to put us behind bars, only to protect these " weak humans" . Wanting her lover to be safe and away from bloodsucking vampires, she put a curse on us, never to leave that parallel universe, unless there were people needed from that world. She wanted to protect her lover from us, not herself that's why she needed to do something to get through that portal without being noticed or seen. Words say she put a curse

Hunter was entirely ruthless in his ministrations this morning. Probing me in a way I’d never been touched. His smooth tongue was warm and easily flexed to reach inside me and cause instinctive bucking and writhing. Scraping the front of my body against the unrelenting bark. My head was thrown back and I was fighting the urge to unleash the sound he’d been craving. Hunter is always the fun loving one. This form of intense, unexpected lovemaking would’ve been something I’d have expected more from Vanquish.

She left a love bite all over his abs and said, “This, this, and this. The whole of you belongs to me and only me. You aren’t allowed to look at or touch any other girl. I am yours and you are mine. Remember, I am the great Xavier Huner’s wife and I am also a possessive freak like him. If someone touches what’s mine, I will kill them alive.” While saying those, her eyes flickered with a bit of jealousy and more love. He smiled upon hearing those words. “From now, from this second, you are the only one in my life. I know I have slept with many other girls but from now on, I, Xavier Hunter, won’t touch any other girl. When it comes to love, I can’t promise because soon my wife will carry my pr

Storm purrs in my head, “see our mate is already in love with us.” I turn and look at him, his eyes are staring at a painting that is covered and I walk towards it, my hand reaches for the sheet that is covering it when a hard knock hits the door, her voice is a high shrill, “Christov open this door now and face me, end this with her, I am the one you want, the one that your cock loves, I am your Luna.”

Celeste By morning I was a genre. Not a person. A genre. There’s a kind of headline that gets its own font, and I’d earned it overnight. THE £250,000 BRIDE. HARTWELL’S SECRET DOUBLE LIFE I had apparently slept with Sebastian Huxley six times, blackmailed him twice and killed him once. Productive week.

"Fine." He hummed, stretching a hand and placing it against her chest. She tensed, feeling a shiver run down her spine. His touch burned a path down her left breast, and she cringed at his touch. His touch was surprisingly soothing and sent unholy images flying around her head. She cussed at him, internally hating that he was controlling the way she was feeling. "Your heart tells me otherwise," he said, withdrawing his hand and adding, "Have you ever thought about becoming the wife of a god?"

⚯͛ Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. — Neil Gaiman ⚯͛ H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy

I was loved by many annoying humans named Gerald, who has officially become my husband and will soon be the father of my child. "Is there still a human-like that?" "There is. The proof, this is what I'm experiencing. So much, he loves me, and so do I. Even though I know, I love him because of his perfection. But he loves because of my lack." "Very romantic." Clair David. "Did you have a husband, right?" David "Which lover and parents you choose?" Asked David. "Now that I have a husband. My husband is everything, so I choose a husband over parents."