Rock Star Romance Books Novels & Stories

The mother and son would not even see death coming if things were to go tense with the mayoress. However, he really could not endure the unfair treatment. Third Brother’s ex-wife behaved obediently with Benedict when he was rich but left him now that he was penniless. Once again, he was all alone. Frustrated, he went to the nightclub to vent out his anger. He lit a cigarette and began smoking after spending the night with one of the women. For reasons unknown to himself, he suddenly started chatting with the prostitute. The woman in her late 30s was named Yvonne Cook. She was over ten years older than Benedict. The two of them clicked instantly and felt as if they had known each other all al

“I don’t plan to either. Whilst we are on this tour, there’s only you.” “On this tour, I am only with you,” I whispered up into his stupidly handsome face. “Just you.” There was only a little while left of the tour. In five days we’d be in Miami and then less than a week later, it would all be over if my calculations were right. It wasn't a huge amount of time to be in a relationship with a rockstar, so why did it feel like I had just sold my soul? ***

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

He felt a surge of desire as he gazed at her, and he knew that he wanted her just as much as the days before the great upheaval. He rolled onto his side to face her, and she opened her eyes, her gaze meeting mine. Without a word, he leaned in again and kissed her, this time, deeply, his tongue probing her mouth as he tasted her sweetness. She responded eagerly, her body pressing closer to his as she returned his kiss with equal passion. As they continued to kiss, his hand traveled down her body, tracing the curves of her hips and thighs before coming to rest between her legs. Liam could feel the warmth and wetness of her desire, and he knew that he needed to have her again.

he said, voice rough. “I want this.” He gave it to her. The counter remained solid beneath her. Sienna locked her legs around him and met every thrust, the clinical apartment around them reduced to background. When she came it was with her mouth against his shoulder and her body tightening hard around him. Roman did not slow. He lifted her from the counter, carried her the short distance to the sofa, and took her again on her back, knees high, the pace harder than before. “Still interested in breaking the design?” he asked.

"So, I'd like to ask, what kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves using a girlfriend's supplementary card to buy the mentee a Tiffany necklace? What kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves booking a king-size room together at a hot spring hotel?" The room erupted in murmurs. Everly's face turned pale. She instinctively grabbed onto Jeremy's sleeve. "You... You're lying! That was for work!" she screamed. I gestured for Justin Orson to play the projection. On the screen appeared a list of transactions alongside corresponding social media posts. [December 1: Thank you for the necklace, Jeremy. I love it.] [Transaction: 2000 dollars charged to Jeremy's supplementary card.] [December 24:

I nipped his bottom lip. “Yeah? And you love it.” His hand slid down, rubbing my cock through my pants. I bucked into his touch, cursing under my breath. “So fucking hard for me already. Say it, Riley. Tell me you want this.” I hated how much his voice turned me on. “I… yeah. Damn it, Jax. I want it.” He chuckled, low and satisfied, and kissed me again, deeper this time, his hips rolled forward, grinding our cocks together.

She practically fell into the first available empty seat she could find, three rows from the front, dropping her satchel to the floor with a thud. The air in the room had changed. It was charged, anticipatory. All eyes were fixed on him as he placed his coffee and bag on the lectern at the front. He didn’t need to call for silence. His presence commanded it. Scarlett’s fingers trembled as she opened her notebook. She dared not to look up. She bit her lip, trying to steady her thoughts. She had survived. Dr. Clarke began to speak, his voice filling the hall. “Today our topic is ‘Forbidden Romance’.”

Just on paper. So why did it hurt me so? Maybe because he’d kissed me so passionately I’d dared to think this could have been real. He was probably deep inside the woman I just caught him kissing, minutes after he slid a fucking ring on my finger. The ring burned, and instead of my prosthetic finger, I found myself twisting it in place in nervous jerks. Broken. Unlovable. Why did every single attempt at romance end up with me at the losing end? Embarrassed and betrayed, twice in a row, when I’d wanted nothing but companionship, at the very least.

***** So, there they were, walking to their hotel on the Las Vegas Strip, dressed immaculately in clothes that were far too expensive, in shoes that were far too uncomfortable, and finishing their absolutely ridiculous yard-long frozen daiquiris that were far too strong, desperately tiptoeing around and fighting against the sexual tension between them that was far too obvious. Navy’s legs quivered with her strong desire for him. She covertly squeezed her thighs together in an effort to satiate the thrum at her core. It didn’t work. Victor had already made it abundantly clear that he didn’t want anything to do with her, in a romantic sense. He flat-out told her that their relationship could b