Lesbian Historical Romance Novels Novels & Stories

reveals the history of the most terrible necromancer of all time. Silvia Liam is an author of twenty romance fantasy novels both in Russian and English languages. Writing has always been her passion. She enjoys creating romantic stories featuring sweet sensual and passionate characters. Her career as an author started when she was twenty-five years old. Now her books have more than 150 000 reads world-wide. She is married and has two amazing daughters.

Infinitely Ours" Romance Series (Buenovela) (Goodnovel) Libro 1 Cuando dejas tu corazon atras - Book 1 "When you leave your heart behind" Libro 2 Mi Corazon te pertenece - Book 2 My Heart will be yours Power & Temptation Mafia Series (Buenovela) (Goodnovel) Libro 1 Mafia Italiana - Book 1 Italian Mafia A****N KINDLE luna indomable spanish version Individual stories (Buenovela) (Goodnovel)

Yes a full blown lesbian, you know the type that likes girls and often does something stupid like kiss their childhood bestfriend. After that night everything changed between us as cliche or dumb as that may sound. At school we were the best of friends and on the weekends we were secret lovers. I mean the most innocent version of lovers you can imagine but you get the point. After a couple months of making out in secret and sneaking cute notes into her locker between classes I made the dumbest decision of my life. "You okay?" Julia asked looking up at me from the edge of my bed I nodded looking down at the tan hardwood floor littered with dirty clothes "Julia I've been meaning to ask you som

Chapter 2 Lena’s POV “What the hell do you mean by leverage?” I demanded, my voice cracking with fury as I glared up at Rafael. My heart hammered against my ribs and I could still feel the touch of his fingers on my cheek from earlier. My pussy was still slick from that stupid unwanted reaction, thighs sticky under my wrinkled skirt. I hated how my body kept betraying me around him, nipples tight and aching, a low throb pulsing between my legs every time he spoke.

“Want a drink?” I turned to find Liam standing entirely too close to me. He was the guy who had openly mocked my clothes last year, the guy who laughed when I tripped over my own boots in the hallway. Now, he was holding out a red cup, his eyes blatantly traveling down my chest, lingering on the way my breasts swelled out of the low-cut fabric. “No, thank you,” I said, my voice cold as I took a step back. “Come on. Just one.” Liam stepped into my space, his eyes filled with a disgusting, oily lust. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding that body under baggy hoodies all this time, Nova. You look seriously edible tonight.”

I did it again today. I visited my girlfriend at work. Reprobate writer seeks innocent Melanie for backseat naughtiness in underground parking lot. Yes, I’ve been wicked again. Spank me, Jesus. Before this gets too confusing, what with “blow jobs” in the title, let me clarify: I’m a woman, Mela- nie’s a woman—we’re a lesbian couple—but while I’m a woman with a pussy, my girlfriend’s a woman with a cock. She’s trans, hence the mention of blow jobs. So that’s one mystery solved.

It made me feel like a sissy. I would have rejected her immediately, but I wanted to use it as my last card to trick her into my bed. She looked pure and must really be a virgin with those enticing, sumptuous breasts, which appeared untouched and appealing. How her tight pussy would feel around my dick was a fantasy I was sure to experience after promising her to be my Luna. No future Alpha won't hate and instantly reject a maid mated to them. It is so disgusting to be her mate, and I badly want to reject her, but as a playboy, it was important to fuck her holes to my taste first before that.

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

My anger immediately switched over to shock when I saw who it was. Right before me was the dumb woman who had kissed me on my wedding day. She stood before me, smiling seductively while twirling a lock of her hair with her other hand. I yanked my arm out of her hold then took a step back to create space between us. “What are you doing here, Lola?” I eyed her. “Are you stalking me?” Lola giggled. “Maybe… To answer your question, I am here to entertain you. I know that girlie of yours is doing a bad job. So… I came to make you have the best honeymoon ever.”

she said, her voice soft and full of tenderness. Dominic beamed. “We’ve always been.” Dominic leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a tender, yet passionate kiss. The world around them melted away as they became lost in each other, their love burning brighter than the moon in the night sky. For in that moment, they were one. Goddess and werewolf, bound together by love, by destiny, by the will of the Fates and the moon. ~~~~~~~~~~~ 8 YEARS LATER “Isa! Isadora!” Dominic called as he walked around the palace, looking for the little girl who wouldn’t sit her butt in one place.