My Romance System Novels & Stories

She knew that she had to remain strong and keep her focus on the future. As she closed her eyes, she reminded herself of why she was doing this. She was fighting for her right to love and be with Liam, the man she had chosen as her mate. She was fighting against a system that denied her and Liam the chance to be together simply because of their werewolf blood.

He kissed Maddie on the lips, softly at first; then with increasing passion, and finally, when his tongue slipped between her lips, he felt the thrill - the first of many as the couple experimented and played. As Jim and Maddie played with each other, Jim felt his old hate and depression, that he had lived with since his wife's death, being replaced by the friendly intimacy and high spirits that passed between Maddie and himself. He felt a new thrill with each new caress or kiss or fondling he administered and reveled in the pleasure of feeling Maddie respond. Soon, he felt her hands touching, fondling and caressing his own body, and his passions continued to rise to new levels. There was no

“And our little member is perfect. Size, health and everything.” I smiled so hard my cheeks ached, looking up at my husband. "Did you hear that, Dante? He is perfect." Dante finally blinked, turning his dark eyes down to me. "Of course he is perfect, tesoro. He is yours." Romeo let out a loud, dramatic sigh. "Please, spare me the romance in my own clinic," Romeo teased. "Now, let's talk about the rules for the next few months." Dante’s posture instantly changed. He stood up straighter, slipping right back into his terrifying CEO mode.

"My father was a 'Sovereign' who begged for your capital. My mother was an 'Anchor' who begged for your empathy. I am a Manager who demands your Compliance." A new prompt appeared on your screen, written in a font that looked like it was carved into the glass: DIRECTIVE 001: THE SYSTEM UPGRADE. The 'Billionaire Romance' is being rebranded as 'THE TYRANT’S RECKONING.' YOUR CURRENT BALANCE: [ZERO] TO CONTINUE WATCHING, YOU MUST PLEDGE: [YOUR FUTURE NARRATIVE AGENCY] "If you want to see what happens to Julian and Clara," the boy whispered, his bronze eyes locking onto yours through the lens, "you have to stop being an 'Architect' and start being a Server. I don't want your 'Likes.' I want your

The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days. "Mmm...Oh...Mmpphh...UM!" I moaned. It was hard to really say anything verbal with my mouth filled up. I swished his cock inside my cheeks, getting it as deep into my throat as possible while breathing through my nose. I was buried into his lap; his cock completely inside my mouth, his thighs pressed up against my cheeks, my nose in his lap. My eyelashes brushed up against his pubic hair. "This feels good Camila, this feels so fucking good Camila" he mourned softly. I loved that I was really tormenting him. Making him call me by my name

Romain reacted immediately, his eyes lighting up with a gleam he reserved only for me. "I love you too," he replied, his voice husky and vibrating with emotion. The echo of our confessions mingled with our bodies, with our souls beating in harmony. We desired each other like souls lost in the vast ocean of life, finding refuge in one another. Romain took me in his arms, his warmth enveloping me, and I closed my eyes, letting myself be carried away by this momentum. Each gesture became an exploration, caresses tracing promises of devotion and passion.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

In this one, I made the same choice and became an officer again. Ryan pinched the bridge of his nose and said indifferently, "So, what do you want?" I gathered my courage. "After the mission, will you marry me?" The system nearly exploded in my head. "Oh my God, we did it! Mission complete! I'm finally getting promoted!" Ryan's deep, dark eyes mirrored my reflection, and the faint furrow of his brows revealed his displeasure. I took a deep breath, lowered my head, and waited quietly for the rejection I needed to hear.

I tried to lie smoothly and hoped she bought my story. “Oh, it sounds quite romantic. One question, what will you do when he’d find his fated mate because a fated bond is over any love. You’ll be drawn to your fated mate without you realizing it.” She said with confidence dripping from her words. “Roman didn’t wait for his fated mate. He’s almost twenty-nine. I don’t think there’s any woman in your world is unmated at this age. Besides, our bond is very strong, built on mutual understanding.”

“I don’t know. Isn’t he your boyfriend?” “Xavier isn’t my boyfriend.” “Pardon me. About to be your boyfriend.” “Not that either.” “Seriously, Noah,” Rina chimed in, finally tucking her phone away. “We’ve been friends for three years now and you don’t know that Lucas is Mr. Commitment-Phobe.” “I’m not a commitment-phobe. I’m just not—” “Interested in relationships. Yeah. Heard that before.” I scowled at her. She was acting entirely too cocky for my liking.