Novel Romantic List Novels & Stories

I press my palm against the enchanted, door and it swings open without a sound, revealing a chamber filled with candlelight. Immediately Six women turn make their way in, their gazes locking onto Damian like a pack of wolves sighting their next food. Their robes are sheer, clinging to their curves and angles, the fabric so thin it might as well not exist. Their Nipples pebble beneath the transparent layers, dark and tight with arousal. One licks her lips, slow and deliberate, with her tongue glistening. Another tilts her head, her fingers tracing the inside of her own thigh, parting the fabric just enough to reveal the pool of wetness there.

ARDEN "You can find her there and finally get laid. You've been so grumpy this whole fücking week." Jiro smirked, retreating to his room. It was ten in the evening when I got a text from him saying he had got some lead and this time, he was sure about it. I immediately hopped into my car and drove to his apartment. "Lock the door when you leave," "Why am I surprised you're not out tonight?" "Nah, just exhausted tracking this woman who happens to turn Arden into some sort of "A romantic-kind-of guy"."

"You manage to find time for novels amidst your ever-changing adventures?" A soft smile graced Adrienne's lips as she leaned in, sharing a secret moment between them. "Oh, most certainly. Romance novels, to be precise. Currently, I'm enthralled by 'Love And Everything In-between' by Sarah Raymond. It's an enchanting tale that beautifully captures the essence of love. It resonates with the dreams that dance in my heart," she revealed, her voice filled with a sense of wonder. Ryan couldn't tear his gaze away, captivated by her authenticity and the vivid emotions that colored her words. With a tender gesture, he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Adrienne's ear, his voice ba

Life wasn't fair, Nessa’s gossip wasn't fair and she was going to pay for it, my attraction to her wasn't fair, nothing in life was. “I know.” My thumb swept across her cheekbone, slowly. “But you’re stronger than they are. You’ve always been stronger.” And I hoped with all my heart that should remain stronger for a little more time. Her breathing went ragged. She didn’t move away and didn’t even blink. The air between us suddenly turned sharp, dangerous. Her lips parted, and my gaze dropped before I could stop it. God, she was close so fucking close enough that if I leaned in, I’d be kissing her like ice dreamt of all day, all weekend.

But all I see is raw proof that I’m strong, that I survived twenty years of torment. “You are gorgeous, Nic.” Nolan leans against the doorframe. I smile at him, so grateful that the Goddess gave me him. He wraps his arms around me, and his crystal blue eyes darken just a shade. If I didn’t know any better, I could swear a mate bond was forming between us. He smells sweeter to me with every day that passes. His gaze torches through my skin. His touch pumps life back into my stiff heart. Maybe it is a mate bond; maybe the Goddess is giving us a real chance.

“You wish I was that easy.” “No. I like that you’re not easy. Makes me want to break you more.” He stepped around the desk until he was behind me, close enough that I felt his breath on my neck. “Your heart is still racing. Your nipples are so hard I can see them through your blouse. Tell me honestly, Raven. When you touch yourself at night, do you think about men like me ruining that little pussy?” I turned to face him, cheeks burning, thighs slippery now. “Maybe I do. Maybe I imagine a man who doesn’t ask and just takes. Fills me until I can’t walk straight the next day.”

“You’re staring at each other again.” Noelle’s small voice cut through the thick silence. Sebastian stepped back immediately, releasing Nyra’s arm as if he’d been caught doing something forbidden. Nyra straightened, ignoring the sting in her grazed arm. “We’re not.” “You are,” Noelle insisted. “Like in the movies before they kiss.” Sebastian cleared his throat. “Enough.” Sirens wailed outside the lodge. Guests were being ushered away, security shouting instructions. The scent of gunpowder still hung in the air, mixing with pine and melted wax from fallen candles.

I did not reply to Jeremy Steward's message. I just stared at that photo. I knew the car interior all too well. After all, it was the promotional gift I had given him. Hanging from the glove compartment on the passenger side was the safety charm I had woven by hand. I tapped into that unfamiliar account again and opened her playlist. The pinned playlist was titled 'A Love That Came Late.' Its description read, 'You are the joy that came too late and the one I'll love for the rest of my life.'

It was surrounded by multiple men from the mafia, some I recognised, some I didn’t. As we walked inside, I caught sight of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was ethereal, dangerous, the female version of Matteo, with the same sharp features and commanding presence. “Bianca Romano,” Matteo murmured under his breath, his tone darkening.