Mm Romance Novels & Stories

she snaps, but he’s already standing up. He strides across the room, the crowd parting for him. The blonde girl sees him coming and freezes, her hands clutching her plastic cup. Ryder grabs her by the waist, pulling her flush against his chest. He doesn't give her time to think. He crashes his lips against hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She stiffens for a second, her body rigid with surprise, then melts into him. Her hands flutter against his chest before gripping his shirt. Ryder kisses her deeply, aggressively, tasting the fruity punch on her tongue. The girl blushes a deep, crimson red, her skin burning hot against his, and lets out a soft, whimpering moan that he swallo

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.

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.

─❈─ AURELIA ─❈─ My pulse went wild with jittery anticipation as Romano slammed his mouth over mine, possessing me. His smell so different from Rafaele, invading me. Pain in the middle of my thighs forgotten, replaced with a weird sensation, I allowed myself to melt into him. The darkness and all making everything even more mad and forbidden. “Blondie…” he growled in that voice that shockingly sounded like Rafaele and he bit down on my bottom lip, sucking hard and humming deep in his chest as he slowly pushed me down back unto the cold mattress that doesn’t feel so cold anymore.

The news appeared on the phone screen: “Matteo Cavanaugh’s True Love Is Roseanne Baxter.” A collage photo of Rose and Matteo showed them smiling brightly, their story framed like a sweet fairytale romance. Romilda’s eyes locked onto the screen, her face slowly turning red. Her life was perfectly fine. She lacked nothing. Rocco gave her everything, along with high-level security. But all that luxury felt like trash to Romilda. “Bitch!” Romilda hurled her phone onto the floor until the screen cracked. She didn’t care about the damn thing anyway. Rocco would just buy her a new one.

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"Bring it on, vampire. I'm ready for anything." With a playful gleam in his eyes, Jonathan leaned in and captured my lips once again, this time with a mix of tenderness and mischief. Our laughter dissolved into a passionate embrace. At that moment, surrounded by the aroma of breakfast cooking and the warmth of our connection, I realized that our love was not just about the serious moments or the battles we faced. It was also about finding joy and laughter in the simplest of moments, cherishing the lightheartedness that kept our spirits alive.

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

“You are leaving me, milyy. You lied to me.” “I didn’t.” “You said all romance stories end with a happy ending. That you didn’t want a happy ending without me in it,” Maksim reminded her. She stopped moving and plopped on the bed. “What happened to that?” “Romance? Is ours even a love story?” “It is.” It might not follow the blueprint of the books she read, but it was everything of a romance to him. A different, darker type of romance. “To me, Cam. It is.”

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.