Mc Romance Novels & Stories

In the married suit, Marco lay on his side, the white sheets tangled around his legs, bare chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. Leaning against the doorway, my jaw tightened, Messy hair spread across the pillow. For a moment, temptation clawed, the urge to touch, to taste, to claim him. Restraint won. The door closed softly behind before that weakness could be indulged. “Rico,” I said into the comm clipped to my belt. “Yes, boss,” came his voice from the hall. “Car. Five minutes. Take me to the Dungeon.” “Yes, boss.” The ride didn’t take long. Rico pulled up to the front of an highend club, ‘BOUJI CLUB’, It had an underground with limited access for persons whose sexual intere

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

I sent Ryan a quick text. Me: Going to training this evening. Might be late. Don’t wait up. He replied with a simple “Okay.” No questions. No “be safe.” Just that. I drove to Marcus’s house with my heart beating faster. He had texted the address earlier. When I pulled up, the place looked nice but simple. He opened the door before I could knock, wearing a fitted black shirt and shorts. His muscles showed clearly. He smiled that slow, dangerous smile. “Come in,” he said, voice deep.

His dark skin glowed in the warm lamplight as he closed the door behind him. Isabella’s breath quickened. “I don’t want romance,” she said softly. “I want to be taken apart.” Marco’s eyes darkened with hunger. He crossed the room and pulled her into a deep, possessive kiss, his large hands sliding inside her robe to explore her curves. The contrast between his scorching palms and the cool evening breeze on her exposed skin made her shiver. He peeled the robe off slowly, letting it fall, then backed her against the rough stone wall. The ancient masonry felt cool and textured against her back as he dropped to his knees.

Everything looked normal. But nothing was. My reflection in the glass looked like a stranger. The sharp suits were still there. The cold expression and the control. But my eyes… My eyes were tired. A knock came. “Enter.” Marcus stepped in. He didn’t move the way he usually did. Normally he walked in with confidence, like a wolf who knew his alpha had his back. Now he moved carefully. “Alpha,” he said, “we have a problem.” “We have many,” I replied. “Be specific.”

At the entrance of which stood two men who were confirming the incoming guests. “What is your name...?” The man looked at Bernardo and asked in a Russian accent with a smile on his face. “Isaac Richter...”Bernardo also said in Russian accent... “And your partner's?” He pointed to the diamond... “Alex Kriste ...” When he told him, he started looking at the list and as soon as he saw their names there, he signaled them both to go inside...

"So do you. It's a shame it's all pretense." His smile was shallow, never reaching his eyes. "Not all of it," he replied. As the city lights shimmered around them, Serena pondered just how real this façade of romance might become. But as their car drew into the main road, Serena's phone suddenly buzzed. She glanced at the screen and froze. From an Unknown Number: "You have no idea who you're dealing with, Serena. Back off-while you still can." Her breath hitched. Damien noticed the change in her expression.

But, now things were better and Liam got what he needed. Once again, Liam glanced at Mila, whose body was now covered by his black robe to cover her blood stained shirt. It was Liam himself who had cleaned the blood stains on Mila's cheeks and didn't let anyone else touch her. This was a vampire's possessive attitude toward something they consider to be theirs. Especially if this was about their partner.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

Maria woke up with butterflies fluttering in her stomach. If she didn't have Mia by her side, reminding her every time, she would have said everything was a dream. She remembers vividly the first time she met Romeo in the club and how jerky he was. They have so much bonded in love and now, their bond is going to be official. Yes. She is getting married to the only man she has ever loved.