Misterius Love Novels & Stories

I rake my eyes down and notice just how clean cut his outfit is and notice just how expensive it looks, I may have been out of the rich game for a while but I still know my fashion and my labels and this guy is definitely wearing both. “So now that you have my name, Do I get to know yours?” I ask him but before I could I hear a bunch of broken glass hitting the ground and I quickly turn around and see Kevin looking over at us with pure fear in his eyes, I furrow my eyebrows and follow his gaze which lands on him, the handsome stranger but as soon as my eyes land on him again, his lips are curved up in pure amazement almost as if he’s having fun and before I knew it he places his mug back dow

Love does not just kiss me like the wind. It hits me like a storm. I can feel its raw power in my veins. When I fall in love, I fall hard. I know it can destroy me. I know it has in the past. But I still choose to hug the madness with a smile. Why? Because love is for the mad people. Intelligent people choose to compromise. Love finds you when you expect it the least. And you surrender to it without even a fight. How? Magic happens, my friend, when you meet a soul twinning with your soul. It’s about energies. It’s about a connection. It’s about the sheer power of emotions clouding your head. You feel the weakest and strongest in the same breath. And it is heaven. And yes, I did find my heave

Macy exits Anna’s office and the next time her door opens, a six feet inch male figure addressed in all black including his nose mask and face cap, strides into Anna’s office gracefully. She stares at him, observing his every move as he removes his face cap from his head, letting his blond loose curls fall effortlessly. Finally, he removes his nose mask and sends Anna a warm smile, making his green eyes sparkle. Just like someone Anna knew. “Nice meeting you doc, I’m Nicholas Montez,” Anna’s patient says, his smile not disappearing from his face. If not that she had to remain professional till the end of his therapy session, Anna would have definitely found herself squealing in excitement ju

And what makes you say that? she continued to stand there, her heart racing. The mysterious man was a confusing mix of intimidating and intriguing. His gaze was still unwavering, studying her closely. She could feel his intense presence, and it was both unnerving and intriguing. A thought crossed the man's mind, and he spoke up again. "What's your name, city girl? "Why do you want to know?" she asked, still trying to keep her guard up. Her curiosity was piqued, but she didn't want to give up her name so easily. The man rolled his eyes at her response. "Don't make this difficult,” he said, his tone gruff yet amused. “I just want to know your name. It's not a big deal." The girl paused for a m

I hope you all will look forward to that soon. I will write Mistress , Dark desires ,Whisper to me. But it will be updated slowly. Spoiler: Mysterious stripper : it's basically stripper doll. I changed the plot a bit. It will be a dark romance along with a thriller content . (Isabelle bell, Jack Smith) Mistress: it's going to be a very dark book with a hot romance session, I hope you all will enjoy the plot. The women will have a very dark feminine character here. Poisonous love; one of my favourite book. Billionaire love story and love triangle included. Basically a " love " series. It will have 2 books. Please do give it so much love. ( Hazel Solace , Damian Knight, Atlas Aiden.)

*JAMIN* “It’s okay, I’d let it slide tonight.” The Mister retorted. With what he was doing to me tonight, there was no way in hell I could control myself. Mister leaned over me. Close. Hot. Solid and real. His cock brushed over my hole. My eyes flutter closed. My fingers twisting in the sheets. Pressure and heat. Tightness and burn. I exhaled slowly and tried to get my muscles to surrender. Mister grunted and my body gave way. The very tip of him eased inside me. An unholy noise flew out of my throat.

As if like we undertand things between the smile that we shared to each other. "What are you going to sing to me?" I asked while looking at the guitar he was holding "Your Love” he answered while preparing it. While watching him, I can really tell that they look the same. From their actions and the way they speak. It just that, Hiro’s body is more defined than my husband. And I think Hiro is a bit taller than Liro. Even their voice, Hiro’s voice is a bit husky and Liro is not. In terms of the smell, I have to admit that I like the smell of Hiro than Liro. I think it’s because of the hormones, or not?

"Then what is it if you don't torture yourself?" "Having fun," Chris replied, chuckling. "What happened to me is very different from what happened to you, Julia. It's obvious that you love him, he still loves you and even asked you to come back to him. He regretted what he did and asked you to give him a second chance. If you don't give it, you're torturing yourself because you also love him and want the same thing. As for me, I'm having fun with my choice. Lilyana is happy with her husband and her life now, I'm happy with my life now even though my love story is very messy. I still love someone in the past who now have husbands and choose their own way of life without being with me. I am ha

“Do you really think a client would really keep a photographer till almost 9pm to take pictures?” The color drained from my face and I knew what he was talking about. But my Zaika wouldn’t cheat on me, right? “She wouldn’t, She loves me.” I said in a small voice. “Oh, I’m not saying that she doesn’t, She does indeed love you, a lot, too much if you ask me.” he said, a sad frown crossed his face but he quickly covered it up with a sly grin. “But, I know her body better then anyone else always will and she will always cum for the best.” He laughed and left.

Hazel held his heavy gaze, completely paralyzed by the raw, unapologetic boundaries he was setting. The rules were incredibly harsh. But as she stood there in the dark, a strange, profound sense of relief washed over her. Love? She was terrified of love. Love had completely destroyed her. She had loved Liam with every single fiber of her being for five years, and all it had given her was a broken life and a hollow, aching chest. She never wanted to feel that kind of vulnerability ever again. She didn't want romance. She wanted exactly what he was offering—a dark, transactional escape.