Mmf Romance Novels & Stories

the familiar voice yelled, and I looked up to face a panic-stricken Aimee seemingly having a mental breakdown as she slammed my door shut harshly and began pacing back and forth so rapidly, she almost burnt a whole through my wooden flooring. “I am not ready for this.” She waved her hands out in front of her so animatedly. “I am comfortable with this Mafioso family, cartel, whatever you guys call yourselves. I am ok with your company only because I am marrying the head of the table. But I am not sure I can manage cartel bosses from around the world, Maria I can’t, I just can’t” she stopped pacing finally taking a glance at me.

"Fine! I know you didn't meet me as a virgin; but you're the second guy's that ever crossed my legs. I told you the first one was done forcefully. You're the first guy I've given it to willingly. You can't do this to me, Ryan." I sighed and turned on my laptop. "I'm not interested in you, Michelle. The only thing I wanted was to f**k and go and you knew it. So, stop chirping" I told her blatantly and heard her sniff. "Ryan...Please, I promise to be faithful to you. I'll do whatever you want. Just give me a chance" I pleaded. These ladies; when will they even learn? I reached for one of my phones and made a call, placing it on speaker.

It was a very expensive ride. "Of course it is, this is a memory that I'll engrave in my head forever hehe." "Oh really? There were better moments than this though." I can't believe this guy is such a clichè. I guess he wanted to do some romantic stuff he saw on tv. "Better moments than this? I can't possibly think of anything better than riding the ferris wheel on the sunset with you, isn't that the most romantic?" Ugh, just like what I've thought! What a clichè.

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.

"We are the absolute greatest generation to ever rule the lands." This has my wolf letting out a loud laugh. "Your throat calls them out like your den actually runs trails with them." "My wolf does," he says, acting like it is nothing. "Does your beast only date older males?" "My wolf does not date anyone," I explain, shaking my head. "Anti-love, remember?" "Ah, right. The hopeless romantic who hates the bond."

I shifted in my seat, adjusting myself under the desk. “No, we’re doing just fine.” My voice came out rougher than intended. “I think he’s seeing someone.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. Jealousy burned hot and ugly in my chest even as I said it. “Oh that’s great!” Jeff sounded genuinely happy. “Do you know the guy?” Oh wow, miles was out to his parents? Isn’t that wonderful? Having someone who accepts you for who you are. “Yeah. Cute little thing from a cafe. I’ve met him. He’s really sweet.”

"I wouldn't date someone like you either." I shot up from my chair. "I wasn't exaggerating—" Roman's chair scraped against the floor as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "I know your type of man, Maya," he murmured. "I can be that man if you want me to." Heat exploded inside me. I definitely need another cold shower. "You're—" "I'm not judging you, mi amor." He smirked, walking past me. "Let's go." I blinked. "Wait—where are we going?"

] He questioned raising an eyebrow, ‘No, certo che no, non le ho parlato da quando l'ho lasciata a letto l'altro giorno’ [No, of course not I have not spoken to her since I left her in bed the other day] Romero replied and stopped to look at Angelo, ‘Cazzo, ho rovinato vero?’ [Fuck, I’ve screwed up haven’t I?] Angelo sighed softly ‘Non è una delle vostre, diciamo, solite, placide donne. Non è mafiosa, non ancora comunque. Inoltre, è molto giovane e innamorata di te. La mia ipotesi è che stia male e voglia farti soffrire per averla ignorata.’ [She is not one of your, shall we say, usual, placid women. She is not Mafia, not yet anyway. Moreover, she is very young and in love with you. My guess

Yet here he was, shattering his own rules, devouring her like a man dying of thirst. The woman threw her head back, letting out a loud, breathless moan that echoed through the living room. As her face turned toward the doorway, the light hit her features perfectly. I stared at her until the room lost all reality. The woman with her legs wide open for my fiancé was Franca Moretti. My best friend.