Irish Romance 소설 & 이야기

Ohhh let’s do it,* Hope squeals. *Isn’t it too dangerous? What if he bites us,* I warn, as the bed dips and I move a bit to give him room. “What does that mean,” I ask, knowing it's something Irish. He gives me a warm smile and traces a finger down my neck. “My darling,” he says, as he leans down to kiss me.

' the seer chanted. 'I do', Sean replied smiling happily into Iris' eyes. 'Iris Sylvester Merryweather, Princess of the Moon Ville Pack, do you take Alpha Sean Anderson of the Golden Moon Pack, as your mate and Alpha?' Iris, had a sense of Deja Vu. This was almost exactly the same way the search had presided over her wedding with Adrian in what seemed now like a decade ago. Am I making the right choice? she wondered. She felt like running away. It was true she felt attracted to Sean but she was not sure she had other feelings for him. Was attraction enough to be a basis for marriage? If love disappointed her previously, what was to stop this wedding being a disaster?

He might feel disgusted if he hears that. "What do you mean? It's obvious you're in love with him." My eyes widened as I covered my mouth with my hand before my jaw dropped. "How could I? We're both men." Irish chuckled as she raised an eyebrow at me. "So what? Just because you're both men don't mean you can't love him anymore." She stood up from her seat. "Well, I like you." What? "What are you—" Irish gazed at me. "I'm telling you that I like you. I fell in love with you." I was too surprised that I couldn't react to anything that she said.

Iris’s POV I should have known from the day I met my fiancé’s father that I would end up sleeping with him. The attraction was so fierce and it was obvious it went both ways. I didn’t go out of my way to seek him out and I even avoided him, but there was no escaping this. I write romance for a living. The steamy and forbidden kind that makes readers clutch their phones at 2 a.m. and whisper “just one more chapter.” I’ve written about billionaires who pin heroines against penthouse windows, older men who teach innocent girls exactly what their bodies were made for, slow-burn tension that snaps into raw, desperate sex on silk sheets. I know every beat, every trope, every line that makes pulses

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what happened to the moon goddess lover, many said he was hunted for his incredible powers and his whole people were decimated. This in turn drove the moon goddess to near insanity. As time moved on her child grew up and fell in love, in turn passing on the wolf abilities. The moon goddess blessing each one with a wolf. Over time it became more diluted as hundreds of years passed, and more generations were created we have what is known now. We have a suspicion and we are never far from the truth that Iris- your mate, is off the same magical being as the moon goddess lover.” “We think Iris is a druid, do you think that’s what the lover could have been?” “I believe so” I couldn’t believe it I

I’d been amazed when I’d met an American who’d actually known Ireland and Northern Ireland were two separate countries. “Do you speak—oh, what is it called—” “Gaelic?” I said gently. “Irish is fine, too.” Reagan lit up. “Yes! Like Jamie from Outlander. If you speak it, I’ll probably burst into flames. It’s so hot. Oh my God, do you ever wear a kilt?” I couldn’t help myself. She was so earnestly stupid. My Gaelic was rusty and had never been great, but I leaned down and whispered, “Is cuma sa toll feisithe liomsa.”

“ Can you stop calling me a Darling? Because people thought we are lovers. “ Loki spoke cold and Louise respond “ but… Darling… “ “ Could you please, Louise. Just call me Loki then we will be fine” Loki kept walking as she spoke calmly. “ Sure. Ms. Loki “. Loki smiled at him and swing her hair “ thanks, Mr. Louise “ Louise blushed as if he felt satisfied to see Loki smile in front of him. Loki and Louise went together inside of the class. Loki sat down in her chair as she placed her hand on her cheeks and looked side of the window.

The passion Sean showered her with made it impossible for her to reject him. As Sean placed the roses in her hand, he took out a ring from his pocket and placed it carefully on her finger. “You’re mine the moment you wear this ring. Don’t you ever think of running away from me.” Rachel stood at the door and glared at the loving couple. As the two hugged, a glint of evil flashed past Rachel’s eyes.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.