Novel & Cerita Lesbian Historical Romance Novels

com - "Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess" (Has similar tech-mafia themes as that was my favourite plotline personally in contemporary romance I'd suggest to give it a read.) "Bitten By A Loveless Noble Vampire" (Is a wonderful dark medieval romance with vampires and other mythological stuff. I love how gory and dark it is with the utmost sexual tension between the duo.) "Criminally God" (Is a Male Lead book with a system, demons and a vampire main character. I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre.)

Hi there lovely readers! Here's a list of my other works you can probably find on certain apps/sites. -*-*-*- 1) Incubus' Blood Harem [male oriented book | W E B N O V E L] 2) Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess - Completed. [W E B N O V E L | C H E R E A D S] 3) Sex Delicacies [M O B O R E A D E R] 4) His Wife Is My Lover - Volume one, completed.

Sniffling as her entire face turned red. “Marielle.” My mother chided gently, but the damage was done. Marielle’s tears were a weapon, one she wielded with precision. I knew Marielle’s feelings toward me were complicated. She’d never forgiven me for marrying Lucian—a man she had secretly loved but pushed away. She wanted nothing to do with him at first. He wasn’t good enough for her, a “Commoner.” as she put it, unworthy of her sophisticated tastes. “How can I, Marielle Rivera. The beloved daughter of Alpha Donovan of the SilverFang Pack, get married to a commoner?” She had said.

​She hit the search button, half hoping to find hidden scientific articles, government conspiracies, or at least news about a rare genetic disorder that caused sufferers to grow excessive hair and howl at the full moon. ​However, her search results were instead flooded with rows of digital book covers featuring shirtless, muscular men and fragile-looking women under the moonlight. ​They all pointed to links for online romance novels. ​Nichole scrolled down her screen, reading the titles inwardly with her eyebrows knitting closer together. ​"Bride for the Alpha" ​"The Wolf CEO's Human Mate" ​"Rejected by the Cruel Alpha" ​"Entangled in the Possessive Lycan's Forbidden Love"

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

“If it’s the one person who makes your heart race and your blood feel like it’s on fire, then yes. Common sense doesn’t stand much of a chance.” “But what if that person is the worst possible choice?” I asked. “What if he doesn’t respect her, doesn’t love her back, treats her like crap?” “Why are you so worked up?” She snatched the book out of my hands and glanced at the cover. Then she snorted. “Oh. I get it now. You’ve been reading again. A historical romance? Honestly, that’s still an improvement over those creepy occult books you used to read. What, you didn’t like the hero?”

And the secrets Adrian left behind were punishable. “Tatiana, let’s go,” Sasha repeated. Another shuddering breath filled my lungs. Black suits slowly drifted away, taking their black hearts with them. The sea of underworld men came to pay respects. Russian. Italian. American. Canadian. Colombian. A sea of black, which I’d always been a part of. No matter how much my brothers sheltered me. My eyes flickered to my brother, seeing him through the fog of grief. It felt like I wasn’t really here. But then I was.

Olive groaned. "Darci, you play yourself down," she said. "If I were you, I would take the chance." "Well, why don't you do that with Nora?" I snapped back. "I saw you look at her with that creepy observant eyes of yours. Nora's a good player, isn't she?" "Darci, you're decent at baseball," Olive said. "But you're poor in the wordsmith department. Nora isn't good. She's sublime, incomparable, breathtaking, and graceful. Any woman who can play baseball like Nora is, in my opinion, a goddess."

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

But they were very strong. "Why, Myrene? They are so strong and..." Atlas started to say. "Lycans are also strong. And I have you, all the werewolves, to join us. So?" Myrene interrupted. "But... why?" Atlas still didn't understand why Myrene wanted to fight. Could it be that she wanted a mate from a vampire kingdom? Myrene stood up, her mood changing quickly. Atlas was suspicious and also stood up. "Excuse me, do you want to take more consorts? But you already have one vampire here," Atlas said.