Novel & Cerita Paranormal Fantasy Romance

They are best kept away from it all, we have enough to deal with, without a frantically screaming woman in the mix. I slam my fisted hand hard on the table breaking it down the middle, and the room settles down back into silence. My murderous aura causes most of the pussies in the room to quiver in fear, except for elder Gabriel, the man is made from stone. Hard and unwavering. “Please allow me to introduce Alessia of Legora.” He wouldn’t! I jump to my feet at hearing the slam of a lock opening. The heavy double doors to my right slowly creek open, revealing possibly the most breath-taking woman I have ever seen.

"I'm going! I'm going again! Mike! Please!" She reached over with her shaking left hand and picked up a black silk blindfold from her nightstand. She tied it quickly over her eyes, plunging herself into total darkness. Without her vision, the fantasy became one hundred percent real. In her mind, the machine disappeared. It was Mike. He was there, his hot breath on her neck, his heavy chest crushing her breasts as he pounded into her without mercy.

The creature slept like Dante. That was the first thing she noticed — lying rigid beside it in the dark on their first night home, watching the rise and fall of its chest with the specific horror of someone who had gotten exactly what they asked for and understood too late what asking had cost. It breathed at the same rhythm. Slow, deep, one arm stretched toward her side of the bed the way Dante always reached in sleep — unconsciously, automatically, as though his body knew she belonged close even when his mind was somewhere else entirely.

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

“She. Is. Fucking. Mine.” I thread the spell into her myself when she pretend to sleep. Black ribbons curled beneath her skin, she didn’t feel it, but if she hadn’t been playing her pathetic game I’m sure she would have fought, glared in that way before trying to claw my eyes out. The connection locked into place far too easily, an ancient thing that had been lay in wait. Pain, rage, I should be able to feel her. There is just a vast impossible silence where she should be.

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Your person is coming. She smiled. “Thank you.” He nodded, “Go home, young lady.” Kisha stood, then hesitated. Can I ask you something? “Of course.” Why did you stop to help me? He looked at her as though the answers were obvious. “Because you needed help.” Nothing more. No price, no expectation, no demand, just kindness. Kisha’s eyes filled again. She understood then. That was what Morgan had given her. That was what she had been searching for. Love that didn’t come with a contract, care that didn’t have conditions and a place where she didn’t have to perform to deserve belonging.

I searched the werewolf research database on my phone for a while, hunting for anything I could find on one sided mate bonds or small wolf forms. When my search was once again fruitless — as I should have known it would be — I switched to those paranormal romance stories I found that first night after I met Taryn. I needed something to distract me from the ache caused by our distance. I’d had to weed through a lot of terrible books, but I eventually found a few authors who seemed to know what they were writing about. Maybe those authors are supernaturals in disguise. I lift my phone and tap the button that snoozes my alarm, setting it back down on my chest all without even opening my eyes. B

he murmured, eyefucking her entire body. She inhaled deeply and opened her eyes, and his blue orbs met hers. Scarlett wanted to be fucked by him now that he was entirely exposed in front of her and Scarlett was feeling his body with her hands; they were basically just fuck buddies. Scarlet's father was Damien's business partner, and she is a well-known model. She fell in love with his looks at first sight, or desire, and ventured to propose a deal to him at a party held by her father, despite knowing how dangerous he is. Surprisingly, he agreed.

I praise Him most of all for turning the evil situation that had been hell pressed to do worse than just simply kill me, into a life made so full with happiness that I could never have asked for as much as He had given to me. In truth, my life had become a fantasy. A dream come true. Glancing back into my mate’s eyes, I could see that the same was true for him. I was well and truly his fantasy.