Novel & Cerita New Paranormal Romance

" you don't know why but you're lost, lost in his eyes as if he is staring at your soul. it is like you are in your world with him—you didn't mind about the people entering in or the fact that you two are in one cubicle. but you didn't ignore the turmoil, you were still worried and anxious about being caught. you gritted your teeth. you were so frustrated. your devil side is battling against your angel side. you wished to feel pleasure—you want to feel what it is like to be loved yet you also want to stay the way you are right now. you disliked it. you disliked being so all over him. but you're enjoying it. you're enjoying this challenge he's offering you. one sex won't hurt...right? "fuck y

Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati

The downside was, it would let them out right into the portal room, and Orin braced himself, preparing his magic as the doors opened. He was the fourth one through, and chaos greeted his eyes. The Council members were in various stages of standoff, and there were more camouflaged creatures than he’d ever seen. There seemed to be a disparate number of vampires, which made sense if Pytor had recruited from Noirvald. Since so many vampires had lost their way before their culture changed, Noirvald had a huge population of them. And they were all mad with bloodlust. He shivered at the thought.

“And I want you to drop the pretense that you don’t want me. We both know sex can be amazing, and I want that back, like you were the first night, instead of this automaton that starts out in my bed every night.” After a moment, she nodded. “I’ll try to make conversation and act like the companion you want, but I am still so angry with you right now that I want to kill you half the time.” He lifted his brow. “And the other half?” With a sigh, she put her hand on his shoulder. “I want to tear off your clothes.” Tiernan chuckled. “Let’s work on that response.”

moment before releasing me. I break the hug wanting to leave already. My parents would be back from the farm very soon. "I'll see you off," Zara says. We begin to walk back in the direction we came in when Tad yells my name. "Good bye mi lady," he shouts with a wave. I turn to wave at him before I start walking. "Why is his accent different from ours?" I ask Zara. She laughs softly. "He is not from around here," she replies. "He is Irish." It makes sense now. We walk in silence till we reach the path that leads to my house. I can already see our town from afar. "This is the futherest I can go," Zara tells. "It's fine. Bye." I smile at her and continue to walk till I leave the woods behind.I

The taller man in front of me with the gorgeous amber eyes, dark curly hair, and a tattoo of a half-moon on his neck, smiles and says, “I am Max, this is Damen, and the stealthy stud behind you is Sam, and you are our mate.” Did he say “mate?” I must have seriously hit my head or something and this cannot be happening. I have read so many paranormal and supernatural romance novels, and it is only in stories that I have heard someone say “mate” in the way he just did. “What do you mean by mate,” I say while looking at him like he grew a third arm or something.

"Then, I'll help you to get rid of your boredom," Darren said, chuckling as he leaned down on Hannah. His astringent pine scent engulfed her in a whiff, sending her into a flurry of ethereal dreams. The car partition blocked the driver's view, and they seemed to be more aware of each other's presence in this narrow space. Their lips collided in a fiery embrace, setting the air around them ablaze with an unmistakable hint of sexual tension.

“Well because her father is very rich and popular, he is even contesting for mayorship duh! Plus, if she was supernatural, why didn’t she like super attack me or something?” “Because that could get her suspended or expelled because your school is a mixture of humans and other supernatural so it is prohibited for supernaturals to use their unnatural strengths on humans or reveal themselves to humans!” “Whatever!” I snapped with my brows raised. “So you like her right? Silly question, you’re gonna be getting married to her so how does it even matter.” I chuckled dryly. “I didn’t make that decision cuz I liked her, Anna. Hell! I don’t even know anything about her and neither do I want to know…

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

She practically fell into the first available empty seat she could find, three rows from the front, dropping her satchel to the floor with a thud. The air in the room had changed. It was charged, anticipatory. All eyes were fixed on him as he placed his coffee and bag on the lectern at the front. He didn’t need to call for silence. His presence commanded it. Scarlett’s fingers trembled as she opened her notebook. She dared not to look up. She bit her lip, trying to steady her thoughts. She had survived. Dr. Clarke began to speak, his voice filling the hall. “Today our topic is ‘Forbidden Romance’.”