M/m Romance Books Novels & Stories

Shadow raised her head to smell it, her big brown eyes curious, but upon finding it to be nothing other than frustrating ideas, she resettled. It had seemed so easy at first glance. Audrey and Ray had fallen in love once; I knew they could do it again. I had buzzed through my shift, sprinted home, and hopped on the computer for research. Fast forward two hours and I had no results. Everything I found was either too complex or too reminiscent of “The Parent Trap”. I had no idea how to get these two people to fall in love, let alone how to get them in the same room. My balloon of hope and excitement was quickly deflating, reality a slow leak sinking it. My phone chimed, and the noise startled

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A dark, dangerous smirk touched his lips before he leaned down, locking his mouth over mine in a deep, bruising kiss that tasted of rain and copper. His teeth grazed my lower lip, drawing a sharp, breathless gasp from my throat. My legs wrapped firmly around his leather-clad hips, guiding him closer until there was not an inch of air left between us. The last lingering chill of the rooftop escape vanished from my blood, replaced by a consuming fire that burned away five hundred years of war. *** Across the winding gravel path, past three thick stone arches and a cluster of tall ferns, Rin stood near the secondary exit hatch.

he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. I smile. “Morning.” He pulls me closer without hesitation, pressing his face into my neck as if he needs to make sure I’m still there, like I might disappear if he lets go. I don’t pull away; I never do. The kitchen smells like coffee and fresh bread. It feels familiar, comforting. But there’s something new layered over it, something quieter, deeper. We move around each other instinctively. I reach for cups; he pours coffee. Our hands brush, pause, then linger just a second longer than necessary.

And the present and future have everything and nothing to do with what could’ve happened in the past and what will happen. Hello, lovelies... If you're a new reader, you can check out my other books on Dreamè Àpp, my books are all completed and búlly, dark romance on there!! Saved By The Devil. Indebted To A Tyrant King. And new one: Lord of Violence (MMMF). A. Gupta

My chest rose and fell with each wavering exhale. It felt dirty seducing him like this when it had been obvious he was avoiding it. But I didn’t care, a woman had needs, especially under the cloak of a marriage. I let him burn away the lace from my skin, twice over. The hum of the AC and our heavy breaths the only sounds in the room. “I’m not hungry for food.” I twirled a stray lock with my finger, sweeping his body with my thirsty gaze. “What are you hungry for, gattina?”

“Is there a reason you’re talking to me, or are you just bored of hearing your own voice?” Camille chuckled, amused by the jab. “Oh, I’m just being… helpful. You should know men like Damien don’t do forever. They play, they get bored, they move on. Especially when they weren’t the ones who started the game.” Serena frowned. “What game?”

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

The moment I responded to his kiss, a low, quiet groan came from his throat. The sound instantly sent a hot wave rushing through my whole body, sparking a feeling I couldn’t quite control. Matching his energy, I matched the deep, demanding movement of his lips, only to feel them curve against mine into a slow, teasing smirk mid-kiss. Driven by a sudden surge of frustration, I bit down hard on his lower lip.