Monster Romance Book Novels & Stories

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

I kept pounding until the last of my strength drained away, and I collapsed on the floor. Then, a sliver of light cut through the darkness. Moving toward it, I saw that it was Rosa. Her once-proud face was now covered with deep, crisscrossing scars. Coupled with the cold gleam in her eyes, her whole presence exuded unsettling eeriness. From the dim cellar, she looked even more terrifying. "Hazel, were you reborn too?" I froze. "What?" "Why did Dexter get into Grandcrest College this time? Why did Theo blow through all his money? Even you got into college! Why are you still living better than me?"

Best Lover Chapter 2 I could feel her fingers running over his hair as she gently drew him away. She kissed his cheeks and groaned, asking, "Oh Beta, what are we doing, dear?" As she stared directly into my eyes, she took her blouse off. This was the most sensual thing I had ever seen. How revealing. The sight of her breasts, encased in a delicate black brassiere, was titillating. Returning to the couch, she sat down gingerly. Muttering, "Son, may I touch you again?" she asked softly.

“That’s because he’s waiting for Chika! If Chika calls him, Ronan will answer. He always answered for him!” “Enough!” Cedric roared, his pheromones flooding the room with dominance. “He is married to the most powerful Alpha in the underworld now. You will never speak of Ronan Blackwell again. Your mother and I are scouting the lesser packs for a match. You will be mated off by the next full moon.” “I will only mate with Ronan!” Bianca shrieked, breaking a crystalline decanter against the wall. “I’ll starve my wolf until I wither away!”

the lady said and I scoffed. "You misunderstood everything ma'am, she's just a friend, there's no love attached" I explained. "Really? Okay then, I am sorry for misunderstanding" she apologized. "Thanks" I said and I sighed. Very funny lady, how could she think I'm in love with Jasmine. I scoffed again. "Impossible" I muttered. The door to the changing room opened and Jasmine came out again. This time dressed in short yellow dress with flower patterns. "How do I look?" She asked and I almost couldn't stop myself from staring at her.

Her body was sweating and I witnessed her slowly break. Then she says, "Don't open the door." I noticed that her gaze was empty, like she was staring into space. But no, she was remembering. "Mari?" I asked, confused. "Don't open the fucking door!" Then I knew that she was living the moment again. And suddenly, guilt washed over me like a bucket of cold water. So I dropped the gun as I saw the river of heavy tears running down her temples. Her lips were pale. I grabbed her by the neck and cradled her head. To my surprise, she hugged me, still sobbing and she gripped my shirt tightly like she's holding on for something. Like she has no idea what the fuck just happened and all she needed was s

I can say I'm very good in this field, but it's said that people can't keep with one thing and sometimes it good to make a change right? Seeing how readers adore werewolf books gave me the mindset to try it out. As I write, it made me want to write more. Because of this, I have to make sure I give this particular my best. People say the romance of the book was so much delayed. Have you ever wondered why?. I'm reserving all this romance for the perfect time..... In other to bring It picture, I have to introduce the unexpected character "Master Mammon" as well as all the role he played in my script.

“If…If today’s any indication, I’m not scared of a little heat. The question is… are you?” Romero gave a sharp laugh, a delicious sound that did weird things to her nipples. “I’m a mafia lord. I have a garden of body parts. I’m not scared of anything.” His hand strayed from her face around to the back of her head. Anateya sighed, leaning into his touch as his fingers delved into her hair. She’d sell her soul to this devil to have him take her, right here on the hood of his car. Romero’s conflicted expression faded, replaced by something that made blood rush to her cheeks. His stare bore into her as if he was peeling back her layers to see inside. The next moment, his lips crashed to hers.

She is smiling like she found something that just made her day. “What’s with the books?” Romy bounced onto the bed, “First, the romance book section in your library is awesome. We totally need to check it out together. Second, I got these pack law books. These are the first two of four.” I smiled. Of course, she had already gone to the library. Her weapon is her mind and sharp tongue. She uses them well, too. “Did you find something interesting?”