No Spice Romance Books Novels & Stories

he said smoothly, his voice low in my ear. The spatula wobbled in my hand as his body pressed subtly against mine. Heat climbed up my neck, the smell of his soap and the faint trace of cologne added to the mix clouding everything. And before I could think about what I was doing, I turned or maybe he did, I wasn’t even sure but suddenly his mouth was on mine. The kiss was nothing like I expected. Rough at first, then deliberate as his lips coaxed, taking. My back hit the counter, and the spatula clattered uselessly into the sink.

Spicy books. Droves of them which I have read for fun without her knowing of course, and they all share one feature. They’re forbidden romances. Always been a stepbrother and a stepsister. While I believe Mor would kill whatever typecast male jock was set as her sexy step brother if she was ever in one of those novels…. she’s not. She’s right here. Right now. With a stepbrother she can’t stop looking at and who can’t stop looking at her even though he hides it.

I would relax, breathing through my nose as I deep-throated him, feeling that curve nudge past my tonsils until my lips finally kissed the base of his dick, buried deep in the dark curls of his pubic hair. The scent there would probably be clean sweat mixed with that sharp, prohibitively expensive cologne and it would make my head spin. And then riding him... oh, fuck. I’d straddle his lap, sinking down onto that unrelenting length, feeling it split me open and stretch my pussy walls until I’m gasping, full to the absolute brim. I’d grind slow, rolling my hips so every ridge and vein drags against my clit from the inside, building a pressure so intense I’d start bouncing hard, slamming down,

It was the 16th of August, the beginning of our second year in college starts tomorrow. When all things were unpacked in our room, Toma and I decided to grab some dinner. "Dude, I could go for some huge bowl of ramen right now." Toma said, rubbing his stomach to show how hungry he already is. "I thought we agreed on spicy chicken?" I asked. "No, no, no, I don't want to implant a bomb on the toilet later."

I needed to soothe and treat her so I could get some information about her brother once more. I faked a cough in the middle of her chugging an ice cream. "So, uhm. . . as I was asking earlier, do you also read fiction books?" Her face automatically lit up. "Of course, yes! I love fiction books, especially romance genre." I nodded. "Hmm, what about. . . uhm, Nicholas Sparks? You know that writer--" She suddenly stopped eating her ice cream as her eyes widened. "Oh my gosh! Yes! I love all of his books! I thanked God for him because he really makes good romance books."

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Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

"This wench got plastic surgery to look like me and snuck into my boyfriend's villa, trying to get into his bed. I caught her in the act. We have to teach her a lesson! She even made a mess of the villa, painting all these flowers. Perhaps she was hoping my man would praise her art. But she'll be the one paying for the cleaning! Don't you know my man hates sunflowers? He even got angry once when I wore a sunflower hairpin. And you? You filled the whole yard with them!" Hearing this, the lackeys got excited, like they were on some kind of adrenaline rush, and started tearing the sunflowers apart. I went crazy, struggling to stop them. "No! Don't touch my flowers!" Darcy kicked me back to the

Sophie is a typical romantic young woman. The books she reads most are romance fiction stories and the rules inside the books had become her treasured wisdom. "Let me tell you, in this type of properly arranged blind date, you will not be able to find any suitable partners. It is too old-fashioned. Everyone who comes will be prepared with their hearts filled with expectations and imaginations. When they really meet, they will not have any feelings anymore. The type of fate that comes unexpectedly is more reliable. For example, at a supermarket, when he reaches for something and accidentally hits you or he is pushing a trolley and accidentally knocks into you.......