Kasur Romance Novels & Stories

Nova said softly, her voice breathy, cheeks warming under his scrutiny. Adam broke the kiss, smiling wolfishly. "Nova, look at you." His tone was casual, but the way his eyes traced her legs made her nipples harden. Dinner was a tense affair at the dining table, the air thick with unspoken electricity. Asli chattered about her job at the gallery, her hand on Adam"s thigh under the table. Nova picked at her pasta, feeling Adam’s gaze like a physical touch, sliding from her flushed face to the way her dress shifted when she crossed her legs.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

He was already dressed in his suit,looking good as usual, his hair a little wet with a few strands sticking to his forehead. “Good morning, we landed a while ago but I didn't want to wake you up, but we are home in Kazan Russia already” he murmured. gently brushing my hair away from my face as he peppered my face with little kisses. “Good morning,” I whispered back sleepily and smiling right back at him. “I’ll see you at breakfast,” Roman said as he got up and walk out. Nodding, I watched him smile as he walked out of the room.

Hello, damsel Hello, kylas how are you doing? I am fine about to take my rest. Okay, Same here, I bring regard from Rossi, my friend. Really, I hope she is fine. Yeah, she asked me to remind you of her birthday. Sure, won't forget, My regards also. The Next day. Kyas went to the office, he was fully confused about his decision to get married. After some hours in the office, he slept up. Knock! knock!! Knock!!!

As we entered the room, he turned to face me, his hands cupping my face as he leaned in for a passionate kiss. Jake led me to his bed, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting shadows on the walls. He pulled me close, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss that left me breathless. His hands roamed my body, tracing the curves of my hips and waist before finding the hem of my skirt. He broke our kiss, his eyes locking on mine as he slowly pulled my skirt down, revealing my lace panties beneath. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

After I was done in the bathroom, I hit the bed. Few seconds after I got in the bed, Roman got the cuddle he wanted. We cuddled ourselves to sleep. * How do you like this chapter? Triple updates in a day? Mad! Please I deserve some accolades, your votes. Thank you. How do you like this Ksana series?

Surely, there would be a lot of bullying once people found out that Cesilia now had a romantic relationship with a girl from the countryside. "Oh, I see. May I know your name?" The man extended his hand to introduce himself to Casandra. "I'm Casandra, just call me Cas." She cupped her hands, politely declining the man's handshake. "Nice to meet you. My name is Kevin, you can call me whatever you like. Even calling me 'darling' is fine." Kevin tried to get closer to Casandra, finding her attractive.

I retorted. “First of all, it’s not a rom-com. It’s classic noir romance. And second, you’re watching it tonight.” I smirked. “Only if we get gelato after.” “Deal.” This… this was what we had fought for. Not empires. Not legacy. Just us. No more lies. No more pretending we didn’t need something that felt like home. As the sun dipped lower, painting her skin with amber light, Cassie turned to me, more serious now. “I found something.”

"Some people live by being nice. I live by being capable." He stood there and regarded me for a considerable beat. And then, to my surprise, he laughed. A hard, bitter laugh. "Fair enough." He opened the door to the sunroom. We went inside. "Sit." The sunroom was glassed in, with ivy running over its rim. The breakfast table was laid—coffee, toast, sliced fruit, blood orange juice. He poured two cups. No guards. No Isadora. Just us. "Tell me something true, Francesca," he said harshly. "Something that isn't in your file."

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."