Novel & Cerita Native American Romance

"You stole three Americans!" yelled his tribe's alpha. "We acquired them and left an appropriate bride price," Acat countered. "You were supposed to raid a village with those dowries, not a campsite," his leader, who doubled as his father, ranted as he paced the clearing set amidst the towering trees, which, according to legend, housed the spirits of his ancestors. "We have rules about not going near foreigners. Do you have any idea of the chaos this is causing? The attention you've brought on us?"

"And I told him he was crowding you. But you have to understand where Kane is coming from. He’s spent fifteen years holding this pack together, sacrificing everything, waiting for a mate. Then he gets a human. His nephew's best friend. He tried to give you space for a month, but the bond is starving him. It’s killing his pride to feel like an obligation to you." "I don't think he's an obligation," I whisper. "I told him I wanted us. I told him I wanted to figure it out. But he wants a guarantee, Mike. How can I give him a guarantee when I don't even know what being a mate means?" "Then don't think about the bond," Mike says firmly. "Forget the Moon Goddess. Forget the pack hierarchy. If you

“Wow! That means you are a talented writer!” I wrinkled my nose. “Thank you.” “What was the title of the first story you have written and what is the story all about?” “The title was Taming Sunrise. The story is about twins whose bond was tested when a man named Caleb entered the picture. Dawn, the heroine was a man-hater while Caleb was a girl magnet. These two who has an opposite personality has to cease fire to help the other twin – Dusk with her role. This book is filled with humor, romance and… spicy scenes so I do not recommend it to our young readers.”

Luna invited, her voice carrying the warmth of hospitality. One of the visitors, a storyteller with a twinkle in their eye, began recounting the wonders of their homeland. The description painted vivid images of landscapes bathed in different hues, mystical creatures that roamed freely, and traditions that echoed through generations. Luna, captivated by the narrative, appreciated the diversity that each visitor brought to Nampa. The exchange of stories became a bridge between worlds, allowing the pack and the visitors to glimpse into the unique tapestries of their respective realms. Through shared laughter and moments of reflection, the enchanted gathering unfolded as a celebration of unity

But the struggle was in vain, as I succumbed to a dream world where she was my mate, and together we were surrounded by the pups we would someday have. In my dreams, Ashina and I, Andor, had set out on a quest to reclaim her kingdom. It was a path fraught with peril, punctuated by formidable foes and trials at every turn. Amidst these tribulations, we not only faced our external enemies but the internal challenge of our blossoming romance. On this journey, we were learning to understand and accept one another in full – embracing both our human and wolf identities.

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

Yes, everyone in the clan has already noticed that I turned on her, only she alone does not want to notice this. - Stupid, impudent fox. I have long lost my head from one small fearless splinter. The fox looked at me incredulously, bright stars danced in her blue eyes. My charming couple. Now I was glad that the elders had insisted and brought her to the clan. That day came to mind. Rice came to me and, turning pale, announced the decision of the elders to return the bride home. The same half-blooded daughter of Alexander Kedano, whose mother fled under unclear circumstances, taking her with her. I remember being very angry. Problems rained down on the clan like curses: the north haunted, Al

Sticking her right hand out, Amara quietly said, “I am Amara Nisga’a of the White Wolf clan. I am from Alaska.” Kane stood looking at her hand and move towards the head of the bed. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead and told her, “My Amara, there will be no hand shaking. The only way you greet me is with those sweet plump lips.” And then he kissed her. Once he let her loose, he sat on the edge of the bed. Talon quickly inquired, “How was it? Was it everything we ever thought it would be?” Amara responded with bright red cheeks, “Holy crap, Talon! You have no idea. I want more kisses.” She was staring at Kane as she answered her sister. To which he leaned forwards and kissed her more deeply

I want to belong somewhere. The hall was silent except for my grandmother's quiet crying. "Y también," (And also,) I continued, "Braham y yo vamos a completar la ceremonia tradicional de apareamiento. El Consejo de su manada en Estados Unidos cuestionó si yo era lo suficientemente loba, si merecía ser su compañera." (Braham and I are going to complete the traditional mating ceremony. His pack's Council in America questioned whether I was wolf enough, whether I deserved to be his mate.)

No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted without the author’s written permission. This is a dark romance collection. In these stories, you will be fascinated by the dominance, fierce desire, obsession, and all-inclusive encircling control exerted by strong and powerful men. Love is gritty, problematic, and will test every last boundary. While walking into this journey…powerful and obsessive love will spark and thrill you, I beg you to take care of yourself while reading. Your physical and emotional safety is my number one priority, and if the passion at any point becomes too much, I encourage you to take a break. POINT OF VIEWS