Mc Romance Series Novels & Stories

he mumbled, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, cheeks and lips. His hand idly caressed her breast, thumb brushing the still-sensitive nipple. She giggled, tilting her face up to capture his mouth. Brad's fingers traced lazy patterns on her skin, his dominance a comforting blanket over her submission. Marie nestled closer, content in the afterglow, knowing this affair had woven itself too deeply into their souls to unravel easily.

Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati

You’ll still be busy, you’ll be keeping my bed warm too. ‘Stop right there, buster. Marriage or not, I won’t be blackmailed like this. I will need to work,’ she assured him, staring rebelliously up into his dark bitter-chocolate eyes. Alexis touched her cheek with the back of his hand, and said, ‘Then we can discuss the finer details of your career later. This evening is for romance.’ He touched the nape of neck, ninning his finger down and over her collarbone, the hidden promise filtering through his rich deep voice. ‘Or had you forgotten?’

He exclaimed wiping a fake tear away. Damon's felt like digging himself alive. He closed his eyes in frustration while Luciana was still standing there with wide eyes and parted lips. Ryan looked at his brother and then at his sister in law and then realized "Shit. So she didn't know that. Oh haha bye." With that, he ran outside while Damon cursed at him following him so he could give him a proper piece of mind. Luciana stared at the door of the room from where both brothers ran away. "So it was his first time too." It was so hard for her to accept or to even think that so ruthless mafia can hold back his desires and didn't for once touch another woman.

I crossed my arms and glared at her until she smirked and leaned forward. “Ida will be working at the company from now on. She will go back with you two and the plan my uncles have is to build romance between the heirs of their family businesses. It is either Anthony marries you or her at the end of it all. Who knows.”

My breathing slowed down and my gaze was stuck to the figure. This seems very familiar. The shape of his head through the tinted glass sent my brain spiking. He finally hobbled out of the car. I felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through my spine and I let out a shallow gasp. My heart was pounding heavily in my chest. I was rooted to the spot as my gaze landed on his. My goodness! Fucking Maverick Sinclair! The same guy who ditched me on Prom Night.

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.”

Feeling a bit tired from all the overthinking and hauling old books all morning. "I'm telling you, it will be Vivienne Skye Harper matched to Finn Yamada," Madi said, trying to cheer me up and patting my back, before standing up. "Come on, future Mrs Yamada, we have books to sell," she said, arms outstretched. I sighed loudly and let her pull me up.

--- A velvet curtain separated the private booths from the rest of the club Inside one of them, Samuel lounged like he owned the space while Leya sat beside him, close enough that he could smell her perfume — jasmine layered over something darker, something warm. “You’re new” he said, already reaching for her. She caught his hand gently, her fingers wrapping around his wrist but Her touch wasn’t harsh, but it froze him “And you,” she murmured, “are Samuel Blackwood.” He blinked, a confused crease forming in his brow, “I didn’t tell you that.” “You didn’t need to,” she said, smiling “Men like you always make yourselves known.” If he had been sober, maybe he would’ve recognized the danger wrap

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.