Light Hearted Romance Books Novels & Stories

“I’ll run.” Rook, dressing with his back to me, didn’t even turn. “You’ll try.” Ash kissed the corner of my mouth, light, mocking. “Sleep. Door’s locked. Woods are ours. In the morning I want you on your back so you have to look at me while I beat his count.” They left the lamp. They left me on soaked sheets with a bite on my throat and a twin’s spend still slipping out of me. No blanket speech. No we didn’t mean to. No you’ll understand someday.

It belongs to him, but I’m not telling him that. Colin rips my shirt off without ever breaking our kiss. His pajama pants fight to keep his erection caged when he rubs it against my lace-covered core. The tingles soak the lace in need. Colin pulls away from me, his hazel eyes swirling with gold. I can only guess his wolf is present to. The dance of colors is mesmerizing. His eyes never leave mine as he flicks the lace underwear off my body. He takes a deep breath. The smell of my desire turns his eyes black.

He would reject them if they were and remain forever without a soulmate, you only get once in a lifetime to be paired with a mate. “I knew I would see you here”. Damian’s thoughts were interrupted by some few leaves crunching under someone’s feet. They stood in the dark as their pupils glowed golden in color. “What do you want Jacob”. Damian smirked. “You being the son of the Alpha doesn’t mean you have the right to flirt with the girls we hoped on being paired with”. Jacob growled, his wolf form was almost out. He was just a second away from transforming into a mighty wolf. “Oh, you’re talking about Lizzy”. Damian licked his lips seductively.

His voice was steady, urgent. It provided a temporary support for her in that broken spot. The first Amina's expression hardened. “There it is.”. Amina looked up. “What?”. “The flaw.”. She pointed at Adrian. “Love.”. The black sun pulsed. The ground beneath them trembled. The first Amina's head started to shimmer.?... “I discovered that love is a weakness when it was too late. It binds. It blinds. It makes gods kneel.”. Her eyes were burned with something old and terrifying.

My hand reached out almost automatically and I picked up a worn paperback titled “Beneath the Wolf Moon.” A wolf-themed romance. Go figure. “You are going for those cheesy ones,” Emma teased from a nearby shelf. “They’re comforting,” I replied, hugging the book to my chest. “You always know who ends up together, no one actually gets punched in the face, and the girl doesn’t have to decide between two emotionally unstable guys.” She snorted. “Wish real life worked like that.” “Same.”

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Carlisle was easier than the alternative. Carlisle was warmth and certainty and the specific devastating pleasure of a body that had been awake for weeks and was not willing to go back to sleep, and all of that was louder than the stone in my stomach when I was inside it, when his hands were on me, when the library firelight was the only thing in the world.

And that's all that mattered even if she was cursing me. . ____ A. Gupta Check out my completed books: Mafia Romance with dark, DARK Heroes: Bride to Be, CAGED, Twisted Marriage!! And another sweet, angsty, steamy book duo: His Broken Princess and His Steel Princess!!

She regaled me with tales of her enchanting night spent with a charming lord from Illyndor named Ezlyn Cromwell, who, by her account, owned ten sprawling mansions and a cavalcade of prized horses. "I believe you," I reassured her, gently tapping her arm to calm her enthusiasm. "You missed so much excitement last night just to spend it with Jagger? That must have been dreadfully dull," she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief. My thoughts flickered back to the quiet conversation in the library, the moments of too much wine, and then Thrystan’s comforting warmth. "Actually, it wasn't so bad," I admitted, a half-smile playing on my lips.

I ran my fingers along each book, nodding in satisfaction when they came up dust-free. “Checking for dust?” He sounded amused, and I groaned. “I hate dirty places.” I pulled out a book titled ‘Light Lark’. “This book broke me,” I mused, tracing my finger over the title. “I hope in a good way?” he teased, brushing his arm against mine. I looked up at him and hit him with the book. “Of course, I love everything Alex Aster writes.” The teasing grin on his face wiped off as a frown crept upon his face, causing my brows to hike up in question. “You're saying to my face that you love some other man?”