Native American Romance Fiction Novels & Stories

They were always full of confidence when they came to him but none of them could handle him and what he hated most about those encounters was that they all cried. That was the part that irked him the most. Why would they cry after he had already stated that he liked it hard? Anyhow, he didn't have any hoped for this woman who was straddling him and behaving as if she had done it as much as he had done. On her hand, it called for all the courage Kim had accumulated over the years for her to straddle this stranger like that and not run away. She had never been with a man and the one she loved didn't love her and her heart had reached its limit. She was already twenty four and she was done eati

Palli Chandra, the VP of International Finance and Ngozi from my sparring match were from Central Africa and I'd gathered from some of the chatter that decades of male strife had let the Amazons inherit hundreds of thousands of square-kilometers of territory in that region. Along with securing that land came a tragic collection of rape victims and war orphans to swell their ranks. Latin and South America offered up their drug wars, political and ethnic strife. St. Marie herself had a strong current of Amerindian blood in her. From the moment of their first arrival, Amazons had always identified more with the Aboriginal Americans than the Christian Europeans.

Warning: This book contains sensitive content and is is rated +18, everything in this book is strictly a work of fiction and is not related to any real life event or persons. Chapter 1 Nazy My hand trembled in fear, tears rolled down my eyes, as my brain try to process the doctors words, “YOU’RE HIV POSITIVE!” “YOU’RE HIV POSITIVE!” “YOU’RE HIV POSITIVE!” The doctor's words resounded and echoed in my head,

Rubbing her eyes, she decided to try and open the door, she knew it was going to be locked but she had to try. Opening the door, she was surprised it was unlocked. Maybe Dremis was being nice to her. She followed the long hallway to where the fire was, Dremis wasn’t there. She wondered where he went. Walking over to the stone table, a book sat there opened. She walked over to it; she was sure it was probably in another language. Picking it up, it was in English she was surprised. Reading it, her eyes got big. “Native American blood?” she said reading the rest of it.

“Get dressed. I’m taking you out.” She simply nodded. As she turned to her suitcase, he leaned against the doorframe, watching her sift through her options. When her hand hovered over a simple black dress. “Wear that.” She smiled sheepishly and hurried to change. When she returned, he complimented her quietly. The streets of Alaska were quiet, snow gently falling. Aneet chattered continuously about the sights. Ahaan listened with patience, answering her endless questions with a soft smile. Eventually, he led her to a small, cozy restaurant for dinner. Sitting close, the warmth of their shoulders touching beneath the table, they laughed over shared stories and quietly observed each other when

“Seeing another woman touch what’s ours is causing you physical pain.” “He’s not ours,” I whispered back, but even as I said it I knew it wasn’t true. My body knew it wasn’t true. Every cell in me was screaming that Nathan belonged to me and another woman had no right to touch him. Or should I say Keal? Keal was in his body, that was the reason why I’m being like this right? Downstairs, Sienna’s hand was sliding up Nathan’s chest to his shoulder. She was standing so close to him now that their bodies were almost touching.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

Instead she asked me questions about my childhood, my mom and dad, how I came to be Tyees mate, and what I think about them having wolves. We lost track of time drinking and getting Raiah ready that we didn’t even notice Tyee and Ahanu walk in. The only reason we did is because Ahanu made a slick joke about coming back when were sober. Nokomis almost fell over when they startled us, which caused us to laugh even harder. We stopped when we realized Ahanu and Raiah were staring at each other, their eyes full of so much emotion. Flooded with love, desire, passion, no one dared to interrupt. Ahanu broke the silence first. “Raiah are you ready to be my mate?” Raiah got up from the table slowly wa

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If the little human were to give birth to a hybrid back among her own community, she would be ostracised, treated no better than a white woman taken and used by members of a Native American tribe. We had our own double standards to address without fixing the small town mentality surrounding pack lands. “I know she didn’t want to return but Kane’s burned her boats good and proper now.” “It won’t matter, in the end,” Anastasia remarked. I didn’t want to go there. My thoughts were gloomy enough. “I bet Grebe was sweating.” “Grebe? No, he was by her side the whole time. They’re not exactly a couple but …” She frowned. “The vision’s receding and my opinion with it.”