Lesbian Romantic Novels & Stories

He sighed inwards and left. It had been weeks, and Mitchel had fallen deeply in love with Jason. She had tried everything to make him realize but nothing. Other males in the pack hated Jason for it. Mitchel was their gamma. A powerful she-wolf. She was beautiful and a great warrior. Many would've done everything or have done everything to win her affection, but none succeeded. Now, this guy appears, and she falls in love with him. In return, he doesn't care. He ignores her and treats her like dirt. He didn't even place her in his eyes.

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."

“It’s a figure of speech. For a human, one was white and the other black.” “Oh.” She grinned. “This is an interracial romance.” Maddox chuckled. “That’s one way to look at it.” She read some more. “Together they spun magic that no other witches could make. And when they made love, they did so above a lotus-covered lake, floating, suspended in the air. A mist crept about. Those two clung to their love—with the world shut out.” He leaned back in the chair, completely captivated with her reading.

And now she knew that, despite not being interested in Dana herself, I had a weakness for the idea of the two of them dyking out. Either when we were having sex or to tease me into having sex, my babe described all sorts of lesbian acts involving herself and her sister. I wasn't sure if what she told me was a recollection of past events between them or just some hot incestuous fantasy she concocted at the moment, but I didn't care. My reactions to Deb's tales were always very enthusiastic. It was insanely hot to pound my girlfriend's pussy or ass while listening to her murmur about the two of us fucking her twin sister and making her service us like a good bisexual slut. That was hands down

Now, it just made her angry with the constraints of her life, her circumstance. Lily crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to hold herself together. “If it ends tragically, it’s not a romance. It’s a love story, and a poor excuse for one at that.” She glanced toward the ocean again. The blue of the water was quickly fading to johnson as night approached. “When we were in the caves, you asked me if I wanted romance, and I didn’t answer.” She leaned in toward him, and he drew her into his arms, pressing her into him in a way that was both wicked and sinful but also belied a new gentleness in his touch. “The answer is yes,” she said. “I do want romance, true romance, and I don’t want us

it was a random talk of a drunkard, but strangely, his lips carved a smile like a crescent moon. Chelsea's cute smile knocks on Liam's hard wall. And that sucks! “Too bad because heaven has lost one of its angels tonight. Because tonight, you are mine!” Chelsea shook her body, and the action made both of them fall onto the bed. Now, the woman really pounced on him. Showered him with haphazard kisses to his face, to his neck, then to his collarbone. She stealthily took a deep breath and then without thinking, pulled the hem of his waistband. The robe loosened up. Her hands, as if with a life of their own, moved impetuously!

My dating debacles seemed to bring all the women in my life together. Somehow, through no fault of my own, Veronica, Trish, Beck, Stella, and Roxie had all formed an alliance against my sexuality. One would think lesbians would welcome other women into their tribe, encourage them to explore the nether lips, embrace the love of estrogen-not my friends. The more time I spent with them, the closer we all became, which was great, except they'd united in a plight to return me to the heterosexual dating pool. I felt cheated, unwanted. I threatened to call the LGBTQ Human Alliance about their discrimination, to which they all found great humor.

"Lydia, do you think I'm someone who kisses women randomly?" "That's not what I meant." Her face turned red. Lambert locked her gaze dominantly. "Listen, I like you. Would you like to be my girlfriend?" Lydia's face alternated between red and pale, her expression changing constantly. She looked at Lambert's well-defined profile and had only one question in her mind: Why were other people's confessions so romantic, while her boyfriend talked about liking her in such a casual tone on a nice day like today? Something seemed off!

Athleticism can compensate for failure to practice a dance routine, or bedroom antics and these ladies performed expertly. Our disposition didn't initiate a lesbian love fest. Both Amazons were purely heterosexual; good friends and comfortable with close proximity, if not their nakedness. My status was that of facilitator. I lured them into a triple kiss, with the added whimsy of Tadêfi's fingers playing along our lips so that she could capture every gasp, deep breath and moan.

I replied dryly, not even turning to look at him. My voice was low, laced with a calm indifference that I knew he hated the most. “Though I doubt you’ll have as much success with the she-wolves as I do. They crave gentle, caring, and romantic lovers, not your rough, commanding type. Even BDSM has its limits.”