Navy Seals Romance Novels & Stories

From a kidnapping on the high seas to this—secrets revealed, scars shared, space being opened for more love. Nolah. One more piece in the complicated and beautiful puzzle we were putting together. And I could hardly wait to meet him.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

Eliora said to me, "Why do you do that? Why do you speak of him as if he put the stars in the sky when he did nothing but break you so god damn much that the cracks in your heart were practically visible through your eyes." I laughed softly, "That's the things about love, isn't it? You'll let them get away with murder, even if it's your own." Eliora sighed, "Is that really love?" "I think we could've had something real," I confess. Not just his secret lover. "Maybe I'm wrong but I think he could've loved me." He never told me he loved me for all the years we have been together as secret lovers. Well, I told him he could date other people while he was with me. And to my surprise, he really di

At that moment, nothing else mattered except the intense connection we shared and the overwhelming love that bound us together. As our climax approached, we held onto each other tightly, our passion reaching its peak. Waves of pleasure washed over us, and we clung to one another, our bodies trembling with the intensity of our release. *** After experiencing intense pleasure together, our bodies intertwined on the floor, and we lay there, breathless and sated. The room was filled with a lingering sense of raw passion and love. As we caught our breath, Jonathan caressed my face, his touch filled with tenderness and adoration. I looked into his eyes, seeing a mix of emotions—gratitude, love, an

"No, SEALs are Navy, Sweetie. I spent many nights imagining him in that bright white uniform off doing super-secret spy activities. His dad never gave us many details and Ridge doesn't talk about his time in the service either. So the fantasy slowly dried up." "So why is he defective?" I lean over the counter to get closer and pass off my roller to her. He looked like a perfect specimen last night... and this morning. She tosses the paint roller onto the bottom shelf and I flinch worried there's now paint in my refrigerator. Katy turns back, pinching her lip, and looks me over. "Oh well. I guess you'll find out from someone in town sooner or later." "Yeah?" I lean even closer meaning I'm pra

Born into power, Zee Mendez was never a daughter to her parents. She was their most valuable bargaining chip. To save their fading empire, they traded her to Sebastian Morgan, the ruthless heir to the world’s wealthiest dynasty. Sebastian was cold, dangerously possessive, and used to getting whatever he wanted. Marriage was non negotiable. Obedience was expected. Then a devastating crash changed everything. Zee woke from a two month coma with her memories shattered and only a five percent chance of ever recovering them. Taking advantage of her blank slate, Sebastian rewrote their history. He let her believe they were already happily married, that their connection was built on mutual

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.

I never want to see a conference room again. I pass employees on my way to the top floor and they all nod to me, bowing lightly in respect. It’s been four months since Roman and I officially got married, and those four months have been the best of my life. Roman had Maya come with us on our honeymoon, and Maya’s new Nanny, Mira, a very nice omega female who adores Maya. The rooms were soundproof so while everyone else slept, Roman and I had sex like rabbits in heat. For the four weeks, we were on a tropical island resort, Roman made me scream his name in every possible length, tone, and timbre I could imagine.

Elena stood at the rail, wind whipping her hair, watching the coastline shrink. I came up behind her, arms around her waist, chin on her shoulder. “We’re safe,” I said quietly. She leaned back into me. “For now.” The crew gave us space. The deck was ours. I turned her to face me. Her eyes were tired but fierce. Cheeks flushed from cold and adrenaline. I kissed her there in the open air, slow and deep, tasting salt from the sea spray. When I pulled back her lips were swollen, eyes darker. “Below deck,” I said. “Master suite.”