Novel Lover Novels & Stories

"Mother of gods, what the hell is going on? I transmigrated into a new place with a ghostly body and I'm in a ship!! Is this Isekai?!!!" she mumbled, watching everything around her in fear. "Eloise!! Eloise!! My Darling Eloise, why are you out here like this," the kind lady who claimed to be her mother ran to her with a shawl in hand. She swiftly draped it around her shoulders. "why are you out here in just your inner garments, quick get back?,"

If the young-alpha had indeed found his fated mate, which was considered a one in a hundred chance. Then, he was certain they’d get drawn to stay together. Since everyone knows that there’s no amount of willpower or restraint that can keep two fated wolves away from each other. “That’s what makes the story questionable.” Valentine couldn’t make a face at that time. Her expression turned blank, yet the brewing rage and envy in her eyes burned more. Alpha Conner cleared his throat, averting his gaze from his daughter out of awkwardness and discomfort. He was well aware of his child’s obsession with Duncan.

And between her thighs, the expert caresses of that afternoon's second lover. She was not a bad person, not at all. She was just a woman in love with her lover, who used all kinds of blackmail and trickery to keep him by her side. For an instant, he thought Arthur would refuse since he wasn't one of those who liked threesomes in that way. But she did it to punish him and show him that she was in charge of their relationship.

Lily sat at the coffee shop, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She had always loved this place – the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the barista's steaming milk. It was her safe haven, her escape from the chaos of her life. As she looked up from her phone, she caught sight of James walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him – tall, handsome, and charming as ever. He was her best friend Sarah's fiancé, and Lily had been secretly in love with him for years.

(Lancelot’s POV) The novel “The Love of My Life” is a story best suited for teenagers. That being said, some of the topics discussed in the novel weights heavily on romance compared to other elements, world building included. Because of that, the scale between the love interests’ life stories and others’ life stories tipped unfairly to the love interests’ side. Not like I have any problem with it when I read it. Because, I’ve read somewhere before that other than fantasy books with hellishly long storyline and particular world building, books which was written to suit the romance genre shouldn’t depict too much of characters’ other than the main characters’ life.

A hot flare of pain strikes my chest, I can literally hear my heart break. "A high schooler?, a little girl? No. You only like women like me. A real woman not a pubescent teenager.” Her screechy voice spits. "I don’t love her, I don’t even talk to her, she follows me everywhere throwing herself at me.” Ben's voice resounds. I hesitated, hidden in the shadows just outside the entrance. Through the open door, I saw them: Ben and Patricia, standing in the elegant foyer of his apartment. He never bothered locking his door most times, overconfident that no one would dare rob his swanky and expensive building.

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

"Don't say that! You're the only person I love! I was only together with Madison because our families were a good match." He gripped my hands tightly. His voice was trembling when he said, "I like being cooped up in our little apartment with you, snacking on chips while we watch a movie together. I like cooking with you. I like holding your hand while we stroll along the streets. I… "The only person I love is you." Tristan's voice was thick with tears by the time he was done speaking. However, I simply looked at him coldly while peeling his fingers away from my hands.

More jewels and gowns than I could count. Every night he needed me, I’d put on whatever lacy thing he picked out. We’d have sex. Five years. 999 times. There were moments—his sweat dripping on my forehead, his soft breaths inside me, the way he’d look at me—when I let myself dream he loved me. Then the video dropped. Him. On the street. Kissing another woman. I knew the truth. He was my keeper, not my lover. Everyone laughed. They couldn't wait to see me lose my mind, begging him to keep me.

I finally cummed with his name on my lips, and he followed moments after, spilling into me with a curse and a groan that echoed across the water. When it was over, he wrapped me in the robe and held me against his chest, breath still heavy. “Tell me,” he said softly, lips brushing my temple. “What game are you really playing, Lovia Diaz?” I smiled. “Wouldn’t you love to know.” He smiled too licking my lower lips. He then uttered against my lips. “You're kinda addictive…Do you have a boyfriend? I chuckled and rolled my eyes before responding. “Do I look like I have one?“ I asked.