Novel Romantik Atas Katil Novels & Stories

Something strange was happening, And it had already begun. High above the bustling dance floor, hidden behind the plush velvet curtains of the VIP lounge, a woman sat back in a crimson chair, studying the ballroom through keen opera glasses. She crossed one elegant leg over the other, her manicured fingers tapping a gentle rhythm on a glass of untouched wine. "Damien Cole," she murmured to herself, a curl playing at the corners of her lips. "Still playing god, I see." Her assistant leaned in, whispering, "Should we inform the client?"

A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.

I want him to make something! Vincent did not answer her. His eyes remained fixed on the clothes she was wearing. "That's the nightgown I bought for Nina. She never wore it even once!" Serena misunderstood his meaning, grabbing the neckline with a shy expression. "The nightgown is very comfortable. I love it. Be gentle later, don't tear it." Vincent had a splitting headache. He pushed Serena away and scolded her harshly. "I've already told you I'm not interested in you! My mate will only ever be Nina. You don't deserve to wear her clothes or touch her things!"

She scolded herself before returning to the book. Alistair returned shirtless— Sera silently thanked the Goddess for that—, and got into the bed to listen to her story. The book was a Romantic one, a story of a man who was determined to win the love of his cold and rebellious crush. It was a thrilling tale full of passion and love. Soon enough, Sera found herself engrossed in the book she was forced to read. The words seemed to transport her to another world, and when she finally glanced at the clock, she was startled to see that it was already midnight.

- KILLIAN - I close my novel and stretch my arms. This book ended nicely. It was no way romantic or filled with any sort of illusion of love, just a great story line with good action and gore. My type of thing. My gaze falls on the lady by my side. On a normal day, she’d be asleep but she’s not. It’s been hours if I’m not mistaken and she hasn’t moved an inch from her position on the bed, nor is she reading so why on earth is she awake?

I rasped, and she nodded, listening attentively. I smiled and flipped the astrayed strand of her hair off her face, holding her cheeks gently while she blinked those glistening eyes. "What should I do for you?" She murmured, and I shrugged, clicking my tongue. "This girl is my fated mate. I don't want to reject her when I haven't tasted her pussy. If you're able to get her to my bed before the night party, I will consider making you my Luna." I stated bluntly, and she flinched, fluttering her eyes and letting out sharp breaths.

"I think I will go for the romance novel for now." After breakfast, Jessica tugged into her room. This is my first time in her room. I glanced at the bed; the pillows were propped up against the headboard. A book was face down in the middle of the bed. I grinned and pointed to it "What’s the name of the novel you’re reading?” I asked. "Nightfalls, it’s a mystery novel." "Ohh, I thought you said you only have romance, streamy, and horror." "That novel ain’t mine, I spotted it in the library and decided to spend the night reading it." She admitted

CRAWLING THROUGH TEMPTATION We’re almost there.” His scratchy, low drawl carried through the craggy tunnel. A bead of water dripped along her nose and she shivered. The quiet buried deep down into her being was only interrupted by the minute shuffling through the small, dripping cave passage. Who’d have thought a first-year anniversary could be so romantic? There could have been sarcasm there—but there wasn’t. For two people who’d met on an online caving site this was perfection. Or their end destination would be, once Max got his gorgeous, well-toned ass out of her headlamp. Beneath the stink of sulpher and earthier, muddy things, Lela breathed in the thread of her lover’s spicy cologne. Sh

He took the initiative to turn the chair towards the desk and rest his legs on the desk and my legs moved along with his resting over his long legs. "Tell me, what you were reading? He asked tracing small circles on my arm. "It was a romance novel," I began, "I have reached the thirty-five-chapter." "What was the chapter about?" He seemed curious about what I was reading and it made me smile. "It was about a date between the couple, something kind of a candlelight dinner," I explained, "Apparently I got to learn today that date is much more intimate than other gestures." He fell silent at my statement, somehow looking lost in thoughts that I couldn't see through.

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.