Napoleon Romance Novels & Stories

"And a few centuries of hating me for a mistake I made two hundred years ago.” She tips her wine glass, takes a slow sip, and then slams her mouth onto mine. The kiss is hard and hungry. Warm, dark wine leaks between our lips, tasting like grapes and pure lust. I don't give a fuck that over fifty nobles are watching their Alpha and Luna. They can stare. We look like a fucking p**n show and I love it. My hand grips her slender waist, pulling her against me. She gasps and looks up at me, her pupils blown wide, swallowing the iris. “Careful," she breathes against my lips. "You actually remember how to want something."

I asked closing the crack from the window and coming to massage her shoulders, hoping she’ll be smart. “The Estela i know doesn’t back down from one failed attempt” I whispered into her ear watching her visibly shudder below me. “Yes well… I believe you’re right. Prepare the girl. I won’t be taking blood from her cunt this time.” ─❈─ 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.

Her gaze was as cold as ice, and as it swept past Charlotte, it carried an unveiled sense of disdain. "If I didn't come back, who knows what kind of person I'd have to call my sister-in-law…" She scoffed, turning to look at Charlotte. "Right, Charlotte?" Startled by her glare, she staggered backwards, tearing up as she did. "I… I never did anything bad to you, right? Why do you hate me?" Not paying any attention to her dramatic act, Jeanne took out a stack of photos from her bag and threw them at Charlotte. "You've never done anything to me, sure, but I've heard many stories of your glorious exploits overseas."

she yelled again, sounding like a nagging mother from a movie. I did what any normal person would do in that situation—I pretended the signal was bad and hung up. She sent me over ten messages on iMessage. “This is just as I expected when she knew what happened,” I said, gazing at the stunning night view of the castle from the balcony. The castle was bathed in soft moonlight, the landscape dotted with distant lights that twinkled like stars. “This is why ladies like you don’t get invited to a ball dance. It’s ‘ball dance,’ not ‘balcony dance,’” Leo’s words made me turn toward him.

He stared at it while caressed Eva’s face. “Regardless of anything, you would always be my one and only baby girl. I won’t let anyone come and ruin the happiness we have now.” He said before he brought the picture frame closer to him and kissed her lips there. On the other side, Natalie was absolutely furious about the fact that Stefan had moved on from her and currently was in a happy relationship with someone else. It might be petty, but she remembered the boy who used to follow her around at university and absolutely loved following her every order and desires.

"Please don't spare any details, daughter." "Okay. This whole day has been amazing. I was regretting going because of Enzo. Then I saw Felipe. Every time I see him, I can't help but smile and I get this swirling feeling in my belly. We went out, but it took like two hours to get there. He told me to take a nap if I wanted. I was still tired, so I did. Unfortunately, it didn't last long. I woke up screaming and Pierre calmed me down. I was embarrassed so I asked to be alone and he went up with Pierre. We got there, and I cried. He took me to Palacio de Generalife for a picnic. We talked and then he asked about my burn. Pierre and he talked a lot on the way over. We went to the gardener's shed

People around her whispered about the story behind it. Evelyn felt humiliation wash over her. Her private moments had become public art. That night she confronted Mateo. “You used me.” Mateo looked shocked. “I didn’t use you.” “You turned my life into a story for strangers.” “You inspired the painting.” “I’m not your inspiration.” “What are you then?” Evelyn’s voice was cold. “Someone who loved you.” They broke up that night. But unlike her breakup with Lincoln… This one was full of anger. “You’re selfish,” Evelyn said.

more like Cara's friends. Sooo..... finally after thinking for an hour, I've decided that I'll take my Cara to a romantic movie and then we'll go for dinner where I'll confess my feelings to her.... in her way. The romantic way! Red Roses, lightings, a romantic set up with everything pink or red.... I think pink is tooo childish actually. So it'll be red and white. Great! Now I have to do something. I have to sneak out. Otherwise I can't trust myself. If I see her now, I'll tell her everything now itself. I want this to be special for her. I've hurt and ignored her enough, only because I wasn't sure about my feelings.

“That will soon be invalid since you’ll be married. I am sure you don’t want to share Judiel with me.” She frowned. “No!” I pretended to puke then guffawed. “Don’t worry I wouldn’t dare.” “I was once yours, but you chose that egoistic Ibarra.” Judiel teasingly said that made me roll my eyeballs. “Wow… coming from you, really?” I huffed. “Once upon a time you were an egoistic, narcissist too.” “But I changed, right?” He glided his hand on Mirajane’s shoulder. “When I fell in love with plain Jane.”

Nah, he doesn't look more than four. Did Louisa move on immediately he left New York for Australia five years ago? Is she that cold-hearted? it can't be. Although it turned out to be based on deceit, their love was intense and very reciprocal while it lasted. He had never seen anyone love as hard as she did. So, the possibility of her getting into another romantic affair immediately after him is low. Kingsley steps into the back seat of his silver Lamborghini, releasing the top button of his tuxedo for comfort. Hardy closes the door after him and then turns around to put the car in motion.