Novelas y relatos de Mythical Romance

"Has it only been that long? Don't you know, the mere sight of you instantly fills me with endless desire? I want you, more than anything else in this world…" His usual sappy, romantic drivel… it all just sounded like cruel mockery, now. Endless desire, huh? Wasn't she only a toy, for practice? Hadn't he had quite enough fun with her yet, over these past five years? She turned aside from an incoming attempt to kiss her. "Is that so?" she murmured coldly. "And what if you were never able to lay your hands upon me, ever again?" At last, Joseph began to realize that something might be amiss. He paused in thought for a moment. "You love me; I love you. We are in love. What could keep us apart?"

“No. You respect inspiration. Not people.” Mateo looked hurt. “That’s not fair.” “Neither is lying.” Days later, Evelyn discovered something worse. Mateo’s paintings had become popular. Very popular. She visited another gallery exhibition with Ada. And there it was. A huge portrait hanging on the wall. Of her. But the title made her stomach drop. “The Girl Who Didn’t Know.” The description beside the painting mentioned that the artist had painted it during a “complicated relationship.” People around her whispered about the story behind it.

It felt like a bolt of fire striking my very soul, anchoring my heart directly to the monster standing across the room. Mate. The word echoed in my mind, loud as thunder. The Moon Goddess had tied our souls together. "No!" Kael roared. The sound didn't sound human; it was a deafening, guttural vibration that shook the stone walls. He paced like a rabid animal. His beast was going insane, completely intoxicated by the thick vanilla and honey soaking the air, desperate to lunge back onto the bed and claim its fated mate. But Kael’s human pride was fighting a brutal, agonizing war against his own soul. He was the most powerful King in the world. He was supposed to have a fierce, high-born warri

She had never touched anyone like this before, with such all-consuming hunger that it seemed to swallow every other thought she might have had. She had only just begun to explore her own body and the unfamiliar bloom of pleasure before her life had been cut short, and everything about this felt new to her, overwhelming and intoxicating at once. These sensations rushing through the form she inhabited now were different from anything she had known while she was alive, sharper in some ways and more fragile in others, as though desire itself were the thread holding her together.

I muttered a thank you to him as he starts up the car. "No need to thank me Samantha, tonight you will be my women and it's only my duty to open doors for you. Treat you like a queen you are." He used the hand that wasn't holding the steering wheel to hold mine and place a kiss on it. I giggled out loud like an high school girl. Who knew my romoe was actually a real life Romeo ,he has being behaving so romantic since yesterday and I am loving this side of him. It new and loving. I wish this night could never end.

"Tomorrow, I shall bid my servant Zephyrus to spirit your sisters up here to you as he once wafted you to me." "Oh thank you, my dear darling, the delighter of your Psyche's life!" the maiden smiled a dazzling smile and pressed seductive kisses over her golden face, whispered more honeyed words of gratitude. She reached out to enfold her beloved bedmate, snuggling close to her. Cupid, though still harbored unspoken worries, gave in to these joyful words of her wife and promised to do all she asked. Then, as dawn drew near, she vanished from Psyche's embrace again.

Then he draped the robe around Melissa’s shoulders. “This is your story,” he said. “It belongs to you now. It is all about you and only you. You are Inanna, Persephone, Eurydice, Izanami-no-Mikoto and every mythic character that has ever ventured to Hell and sought to return.” Melissa’s chest swelled with excitement. Her eyes shone with mounting hope, like the sun climbing the horizon. Jimmy put his hand on Melissa’s shoulder and placed the tip of the sword against her stomach.

he told me as his fingers tightened on my waist, pulling me flush against his body and my half naked body shivered. I wore nothing except a revealing silk gown, "you seem to speak so much on sexual desires, Master Abigor, do you not wish to have some romance between us?" "There is much romance in sexual desires. Nonetheless, I do find myself to be quite the romantic gentleman. If you must know I will spend all waking moments with you. I wish to listen to you sing for me as I play the piano. I wish to watch you dance in the privacy of our bedroom and I wish to dance with you, swaying to the music played by an orchestra at a Ball where all eyes will be on us. I wish to kiss you as though my li

he said before Anika turned to see that Damien was staring at her. “No, I don’t. Care to tell me about it?” she said as she was smiling at him. Damien smirked before he pulled her closer to his hard body. “It was believed that Aphrodite landed on this island and blessed Paphos as one of the hot spots for love to blossom,” he said before he smirked. “And I think it is true. The legend has proven to be true after all,” Damien said before he tucked her hair behind her ear. Anika smiled as she leaned into his touch and inhaled his masculine scent.

threatened Rena. "Jade, you want to sleep with me, right?" Romeo's head was dizzy. The perverted wolf rebelled because his lover tempted him. "Until when?" sighed Romeo resignedly. "Until we return to Germany." "No! That's not called a honeymoon. Honeymoon, we have to have sex so that we are happy. Channeling all the passionate desires!" Romeo's correction. "It's not a honeymoon, but a full moon. You feel how it feels." Rena didn't care about Romeo, who had gone to great lengths to persuade her to return.