Infertility Romance Novels Novels & Stories

A/N: Another story. Sorry for not updating every day. Enjoy reading! Don't forget to rate and comment. ****** If your husband dies and his twin will show up? And you slowly had feelings for him. What will you do? ********* "Stop seducing me Jenny, I will not fall for your stupid trap so leave me alone!" He said while glaring at me. "Come on Genesis why can't you love me," I said while holding my tears. "Come on Jenny I know that you are not in love with me. You just saw Gelo to me" he said

“Is there a reason you’re talking to me, or are you just bored of hearing your own voice?” Camille chuckled, amused by the jab. “Oh, I’m just being… helpful. You should know men like Damien don’t do forever. They play, they get bored, they move on. Especially when they weren’t the ones who started the game.” Serena frowned. “What game?”

Gabriel whispered, “Ria. She is dying. Cancer.” Those were the only four words Gabriel said before standing up and running out the door like a madman. She didn’t stop him. She didn’t know how or why she should stop him. They had shared their pasts with each other. The reason they agreed to marry without love was because both had been burned by love before. If her assumption was correct, Ria hadn’t cheated on Gabriel. She had lied to break up with him because she knew she was dying. As cliché as it sounded, people like that existed in the world. She was a writer; she knew them, and she wrote about them.

Rosalia sat back, arms crossed, expression unreadable—but her eyes were burning holes into Enzo’s back. They moved fast. “Don’t you touch her!” Enzo roared, trying to shield Fiametta, but Kareem and Nabil forcibly pulled her from his grip. “You’re hurting her!” Enzo yelled. “You’re hurting my baby! After everything we’ve been through—after all the years of struggling with fertility—we finally have a son! How can you do this?!” I stared at him, cold and unflinching. “Your ‘wife’ is infertile, Enzo. Too many sexual partners in the past without proper protection. She had chlamydia that was never dealt with properly.”

He never hears from her again. She never stops haunting him. In Positano, Serena lies by an infinity pool that drops into the Tyrrhenian Sea and lets the new lover fuck her on silk sheets that cost more than most people’s houses. She closes her eyes and pretends the hands on her hips are rougher, younger, angrier. She comes silently, teeth sunk into her own wrist so no one hears the wrong name. Some fires don’t go out. They just burn underground forever, white-hot and invisible, consuming everything they touch from the inside.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

As soon as she wasn't, though? God, my nights were never boring, even less so since they found out I was pregnant. Our lust was quickly morphing into a poisonous kind of love, too. We'd even arranged for Amanda Quispe to watch Tifania every so often—for a nice bonus—so we could go out and on a proper date. A tour of the city, even some dirty time in places hardly appropriate. The tension of being caught was almost as addictive as the sex itself.

She paused when she saw me, then glanced at the television. “What’s happening?” she asked. I lifted a finger, signaling for silence, my attention locked on the screen. “We have received credible reports that Silvia Romano’s infertility is not the result of infidelity, as many previously believed,” Claudio continued. “Instead, it appears to stem from her time in an abusive relationship with a former mate. Sources claim she was subjected to circumstances that ultimately led to her inability to conceive.” The room seemed to still. Caterina’s face paled slightly. “Do you think that’s true?”

And I pull back from the kiss just enough to look at him. My husband. Those dark eyes on mine. That face. "Finally," I say softly. He laughs. Real and full and reaching all the way to his eyes. "Finally," AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS WOULD BE THE LAST CHAPTER OF SOFIA AND DANTE, I AM HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE THE NEXT CHAPTERS WOULD BE ABOUT NICO AND VIVIAN A LITTLE SPIN OFF FOR BOTH OF THEM SO IT WOULDN'T BE AS LONG AS DANTE AND SOFIA BOOK. I HOPED Y'ALL ENJOYED 'HIS BUTTERFLY" SND I HOPE YOU WOULD LOVE"HIS SWEETEST ADDICTION" EVEN MORE 🤭

“What do you want me to say, Aela?” “That Finn is Aidan Sr.’s by-blow?” “By-blow?” Inessa repeated, her brow puckering. “His illegitimate child,” Aoife answered. “I need to get you hooked on historical romance next.” Despite myself, interest hit me. “You like romance books?” “Yes. We do,” was Inessa’s retort, but I sensed her bristling ahead of schedule. I raised my hands in surrender, because even though I wanted answers, I wasn’t a total bitch. Even if romance books hadn’t been my jam, I’d never give them crap about that. Someone’s taste was their taste, and I celebrated that.