M/m Romance 소설 & 이야기

Jen sarcastically said. "The lid is the problem but not my fault, okay?" Loki muttered. Jen just steal her cup and close it with a lid quickly. "you are a weakling girl" Jen teased while giving back her shake drink. A woman started to smile and said "It’s looked like you both loved each other" . "Of course I loved him, though he keeps roasting me a lot. I accepted the way he is and I loved him" Loki confidently said. Jen began to pinched twice on her waist, while he was showing his embarrassing face. Jen hid his smiled with left hand.

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

The two of them had never played together before but they fell in sync with one another’s rhythm almost immediately! Goodness! “I certainly didn’t expect this from Young Master Henderson and Christina! These two make such a romantic couple!” Young Master Lewis’s jaw dropped in exaggeration. However, he shut his mouth immediately upon sensing the deathly glare from Michael. Christina turned to look at Matthew as the last note was played and the latter returned the gaze with affection in his eyes. The two of them looked into each other’s eyes for a long time before he suddenly hugged her, locking his lips with hers before she could react.

Maggie paused, “Remind me, how did you ruin your hair again?” I took a deep breath. “I’ve already said this a thousand times. I wanted to go for a walk but I knew mother wouldn’t let me. So, I jumped out of the window and landed on the garden, tripped and fell into mud. I’m sorry.” Maggie shrieked, “What kind of bride jumps out of a window on her wedding day? What if you broke your leg or worse…your neck?” The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum.

These scenes have haunted me for a long time, I contemplate whether to put them or not, but I'm happy for letting it off my mind. I hope you enjoy it. This is my first MM romance, and as you can see I'm not really perfect, but I'm queer and a writer whos letting his imaginations fly, so forgive me for one or two inconsistencies. I love my supporters, readers, everyone who's a part of this book one way or another. And pls, don't forget to vote for this book it goes a long way. We're back to the present line and the plot is almost finally coming to an end.

A low, magnetic pull tugged me toward him, and I swear to God, I wanted to obey. That’s when I remembered what Mike had always said. About mates. About bonds. About that single person that could unravel a wolf. I laughed nervously again—louder this time, trying to convince myself it was nothing. I’m human. Humans don’t mate with wolves. Especially with legends like Kane Rivers. I took a step forward. My heart pounded, my vision narrowed, and for a terrifying, delicious moment, I felt… wanted. Like I mattered. I blinked, startled at the thought.

His hands mirrored mine, sliding up my open chest, fingers grazing my exposed skin, teasing the edges of my shirt, igniting sparks everywhere he touched, making my nipples harden in anticipation. We finally broke apart, panting hard, our breaths mingling in the charged air, and without a word, we tore at our clothes, yanking shirts over our heads until we were both bare-chested, the cool room air contrasting with the fire raging between us. Maddox leaned in then, his eyes dark with desire, capturing one of my nipples between his lips, sucking softly at first, then with slow, deliberate pulls that had me gasping. I moaned low and needy as his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, licking

Prologue Anastasia Olivia, Scarlett, and I swayed to the music in the Russian Orchid, laughing and carefree. This nightclub in Moscow was a must, according to tips Scarlett received. It has been the best summer ever; it would stay with us forever. I couldn’t remember the last time all three of us felt so happy and relaxed. We were having the time of our lives. Our last hurrah before life would take us all away and back to reality. There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced.

When she did not find him, she drove to Entre Rios, but she did not find him either, neither in her stables, nor in her fields, that night she would rest in the old cabin she rented that distant day, when she was just a Mexican woman lost in the great province, and then she would go to continue with her business. That night it was raining, the drops were falling on the old sheet metal, they were playing music all over the place, Maria De La Cruz, turned off her cell phone, and prepared herself for her solitude, she prepared the bath tub, a glass of white wine, and relaxed, she fell asleep without noticing, suddenly in her dreams, she felt some strange footsteps walking through the corridors;

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.