Novel & Cerita Raunchy Historical Romance

He was being ostentatious and unreserved. As the male protagonist of the novel, Cedric Garner's first 20 or so years of his life had been smooth sailing. Being superior and almost good at anything fostered his arrogant and unrestrained personality. Hannah still remembered the first time she saw him. It seemed like the whole world was focused on him, and he was arrogantly domineering, like a king in control of everything. Although it seemed quite amusing, it was quite in line with the image of the male leads in romance novels. However, it was not the case currently. Cedric was gloomy.

I say, frowning a little. “01 Kind men are ugly. 02 Handsome men are not nice. 03 Handsome and kind men are married. 04 The handsome, kind, and single are poor. 05 Handsome, kind, single, and rich people are not interested in you. 06 The handsome, kind, single, rich, and interested people are interested in you only because of the hookup. 07 Those who are handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, and faithful, are homosexuals. 08 The handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, faithful, who do not lose interest if you are the ones who make the first step. Those men must have a problem!

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

"Line forty-two was entirely correct this time, Julian." Julian didn't care about the diner, the cameras, or the cheering crowd. He stepped forward with a raw hunger, catching her by the waist and lifting her clean off her feet as his mouth found hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. The entire diner erupted into wild cheers, applause, and banging silverware as the billionaire and the night-shift girl closed the margin of error for good, rewriting their equation together into a perfect, permanent solution. END OF NOVEL.

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.

Lucian groaned, a dark, heavy sound that vibrated deep in his chest, "are going completely to my head." "I just secured our wedding venue," Zara whispered fiercely, her manicured hands sliding up the lapels of his dark overcoat to grip the heavy, corded muscles of his neck. He crashed his mouth down onto hers in a punishing, desperate collision of pure, territorial heat. The psychological slaughter of the high society historian was a blinding, physical drug. Zara gasped, her back arching beautifully against the stone as she met his possessive dominance perfectly. Her tongue tangled with his, tasting the dark coffee and the undeniable, absolute victory in his kiss.

“You’re impossible. Fine, at least tell me if this author is any good.” “They’re the best.” “Good-looking?” I prodded, mostly to amuse myself. She gasped, swatting my arm with mock outrage. “Ew! You can’t ask that! That’s creepy.” I smirked. “What? I’m just curious.” “You don’t get to be curious about this,” she said firmly. “Especially not with your… history.” My brow arched. “My history?” “Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re Roman Alkali. Your ‘colorful history with women’ is practically public record. Half the internet calls you a walking heartbreak in a three-piece suit.”

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

I was silently grateful I wore my lace red panties instead of some ugly polka dot one. He stood up and slid my dress away. I looked down at his heaving body. His crotch had a strong bulge and I reached out to it but he grabbed my wrist. “No. I want to be the one to do things to you.” he pinned my hands to the bed before attacking my neck with deep kisses again, all arguments leaving my body in an instant. He went down to my legs and left sloppy kisses on them, trailing down to my crotch. I could feel the hot wetness flood me again and I wanted nothing more than to feel his tongue on me.