Irish Romance Novels Novels & Stories

The moon was the only light, although more lights turned on as I began to wander the aisles. Had my grandda been a big reader? I wondered. One aisle had books that were all written in Irish. I pulled one out, curious, but my Irish was rudimentary at best, and I could hardly read a heavy tome that seemed to be about Ireland’s flora and fauna. Other aisles had books in English, most of which seemed to be nonfiction: natural history of Ireland, Catholic treatises, and a variety of Bibles were all collected together. I did finally find a section of fiction, most of the authors being Irish—James Joyce, Samuel Beckett, Oscar Wilde were all there.

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Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.

“Well…she didn't have an overwhelming presence, but I felt something from her. Plus she belittled me! Doesn't matter if she's the goddess!” If it were my other wives, they’d make sure Kael got punished. But Iris…she was too busy causing more troubles for herself than she would to others. “She got sucked into the book of illusions.” I muttered, taking a good look at the book. “What? Perfect! Serves her right!” He exclaimed, making himself visible. I lowered the book, giving him a cold look. “Oh, my bad. I meant, that was disheartening. Is she out now?” He asked with a gleeful expression.

‘Yes, my friend, but Carrie tells me you have made your peace over her little misdemeanour. Alexis gave a shout of laughter and hugged her into him. ‘It was forgotten soon after I’d administered the punishment. Although you paid dearly for your rudeness didn’t you, little one?’ He pinched Carrie’s nose affectionately. ‘I fear it took you a little longer. You were still weeping when I looked in on you before I left that night, though I suspect some of those tears could have been your wicked Irish temper. I’ve heard the Irish are renowned for their tempers.’

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

He’d been the best sex she’d ever had…well…until Irish. But it must be an anomaly. Irish was different and it had been a long time since she’d had sex with anyone other than Nathan It had to be the novelty of it that made it seem better. She and Irish had had an intense connection and a sparking sexual attraction from the moment he sat down next to her, but you couldn’t build a relationship on that. It was just sex. Really, really great sex, but just sex all the same. Plus, she was in love with Nathan Wholly and solely in love with Nathan So, until Nathan told her they could never be together again, he was it for her and she would keep her heart open for when he was ready to see her as more