Novelas y relatos de M/m Romance

My stomach twists painfully. “What prophecy?” I ask quietly. Elder Miriam looks between Maverick and me with pure fear in her eyes. Then slowly… she begins speaking. “Centuries ago,” she says weakly, “there existed a bond so rare that wolves believed it to be a myth.” The room becomes deathly quiet. “A second chance mate bond,” she continues. “Not given for love… but for fate.” A cold chill crawls down my spine. Maverick’s jaw tightens beside me.

I had nothing holding me down and I could have just left but where's the fun in that besides,mum is having a party at home. That woman is lucky she gave birth to me. That small fact has been her saving grace. If she wasn't my mother,I'd have made her choke on her own vomit before carving my initials on her heart. I studied the men in front of me. They were all wearing suits. They all looked so corporate. I could see the tattoo of a rose on different parts of their bodies. I sat up quickly,the action alerting them. I just pieced together who they were. They were from the Italian Mafioso. The most dangerous mafia in the whole world.

[HIGHLY DESCRIPTIVE MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT: DOM/SUB/DEGRADATION/PRAISING/CHOKING/MXM/MXMXM/ AND VARIOUS KINKS] [STRONG USE OF MATURE LANGUAGE/ SWEARING] [MENTIONS OF ASSAULT/ABUSE/RAPE] [MENTIONS OF SUICIDE] [GORY SCENERY] And please, for the billionth time, know that this is my first book ever and that English is not my first language, so, if you find grammatical mistakes please point them out and try to be kind about it. I'm not a professional writer but I'm really trying to be better.

MARRIED TO MR RIGHT(MMR) * * * #01 "There all done" The makeup artist Brian had told to make me up said to me. I felt the tears coming out from the corner of my eyes. "don't you want to see how it looks?" she asked again but this time placing the mirror in front of me. I took it from her and threw it on the floor making it smash into a million pieces. My life is being ruined and I can't seem to do anything about it. I can't believe I'm getting married to this arrogant bastard.

Garaine frowned upon realizing that they forgot about dinner and both the friends kept playing with the kids. "Yeah." Lucia shrugged her shoulders, getting up. "Why didn't Mr Min and Mary help him?!" Garaine inquired, staring at her friend. "You dumbhead! They are on a date." Lucia put her hands on her hips, looking so done with her innocent friend. "Didn't you see how sweet they act when they are around each other? Aish! I hope those two will get married." "Date?" Garaine blinked her eyes multiple times, unable to digest the fact that both of the employees of the orphanage were dating each other. Standing up slowly, she looked at her friend. "Are they in love with each other?"

" What am I going to do now? should I apologise or what?" " Yes you should and make it romantic" Mr DiCaprio "Michael does the gym offer still open?"

Something that carried the weight of everything we hadn't said to each other yet. The ballroom disappeared for one moment because his voice sounded rough and honest and open in a way I wasn't prepared for. I looked up at him slowly, the bond warm and alive beneath my skin, and understood that I was already in trouble. "Okay," I whispered. Renlo made a noise behind me. Leander didn't hear that either. He held out his hand, and the moment I placed mine in his, the bond surged , he was my mate, I was safe, he was mine, and he led me onto the dance floor while the music played around us like snow falling.

I scoffed, leaning my head against the cold window glass, pretending to be staring out at the streets. “You’re delusional.” “Delusional?” He chuckled. “Delusional is thinking I can't have you bent over my desk if I want to but you're not my type, Miss Vale. I love my woman very experienced when it comes to sex." "Keep dreaming, Mr Nostra. And for your information, I love my men calm and nice, not your kind of person." I glared hard at him. And for the rest of the journey, Silence reigned.

(The girl who ran from hell) “She thought she was running from her demons. She didn’t know one of them had learned her name.” The story begins… Milan was in her bedroom, reading a steamy Mafia romance novel when noise from downstairs pierced through her subconscious. She flinched as the door slammed closed, dreading the reality that her husband is finally back home from his long business trip. Gripping the hardback in her already trembling hands, she anticipated his yells, demanding where the fuck she was.

“Even though you have short legs and small hands.” “Thank you.” I said blushing, while he picked me up and took me to the nearest mirror. Now it is more natural for me to look at myself in a mirror, and even more so when the person behind me is Dr. Mark. “You look so beautiful.” He repeats once again in my ears. Now he licks this one a little, while I hold my hands on his hips, while I turn around, leaving my reflection behind. This time I kiss him, placing my hands on his chin while he lets me touch him. So my tongue and his come together as one. I don't believe in fairy tales, but I feel like a princess and he is a prince who loves me, and he tells me how beautiful I am. I feel like we are