Novel Religi Romantis Novels & Stories

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

In a world teetering on the edge of collapse, I wasn't about to stake my life on his sense of morality. Perhaps when I tried hard to get back to him, he was already wearing a mask of sadness, telling everyone that I was dead. After all, Lina was his first love, his soulmate, the one he would never forget, no matter what. The distant howls of the undead grew louder, yet a strange calm settled over me. I had already been forged in fire. The relentless cruelty of my past life had stripped me of illusions and honed my survival instincts to the extreme.

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. All the story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. All rights reserved San 2045

But due to certain circumstances, the responsibility was given to Caelum and I. We traveled through the royal capital, Valeria. Since it's a formal trip, the limousine we're in, as well as our entourage carry the flag of Arcadia and the royal crest, so we don't really stop for traffic around here. If anything, traffic stops for us, which I found rather amazing and also too much. But the good thing is, we arrive at the Grand Hotel of Arcadia in a matter of minutes. Although it's not as grand as the palace, the hotel's facade is just as luxurious. It has a classic and romantic look to it–a contrast to the Palace's modern opulence.

First I thank God for the opportunities he gave me to write this book, my family for being patient with me and you who have read and followed the book so far, I thank the platform for the space and for accepting my book, this is my first novel, I know I don't master it very well, but this book was inspired by a joke when I moved house, Our neighbor had a ferocious sense of humor, but in the end it was just that, well I don't talk about religion in the book, but I'm a Christian so that's why this novel is light in terms of spicy scenes, I know that many like it, but there are also those who don't, so this book is for both, because there's so much tragedy that there's no time left RS. I needed

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

He sat back on the couch, settling her in his lap, her legs splayed over his, pussy clenching around him in aftershocks. The firelight danced over their sweat-slicked skin, casting shadows that highlighted the bruises blooming on her breasts and thighs. Elina's eyes remained closed, face slack with bliss, her head lolling against his shoulder. Gently, almost tenderly, he brushed damp strands of hair from her face, thumb tracing her swollen lips. "My perfect obsession," he murmured to himself, leaning back against the cushions, the weight of her grounding him. In that moment, he silently thanked whatever cruel fate had delivered her to him, not for love, but for this endless, carnal possessio

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

she whispered. Outside, the church bells tolled faintly in the distance. ****** Downstairs, Lena and Kael argued in hushed tones. Romano sat on the edge of a broken pew, a cigarette hanging from his lip. “Restless night?” Kael muttered. Romano exhaled smoke. “You could say that. I’m starting to hate churches.” “Good,” Lena snapped. “Maybe it’ll burn the sin off you.” He smirked. “Sweetheart, there’s not enough fire in this world for that.”

They were more feminine than me when we were little. If they were not my brother's, I would be glad to take them both as my husband. Don't think of me like a slut. It is how the way I am. I'm quick to fall in love with tall hot guys, and sometimes I fantasize about them in my writings, and afterward, I kill them in the end. They need to suffer pain! All the stories I've written so far are tragedies where all the main characters' guy dies. It's kind of my fetish to kill them mercilessly. I'm joking. Besides being an ugly little squirt, I love writing romance tragedy, and my favorite novel at all times is Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare. So since I read that story by the age of five, I dedicat