Rock Star Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Nunca se casó, pero vive con su esposa y juntos tienen más de 10 perros de diferentes razas. Lautaro y David, se conocieron una mañana de 2001, ambos compatriotas estaban en quiebra por negocios turbios que no habían prosperado bien, eran dos hombres serios que no estaban dispuestos a trabajar para nadie, no estaban de acuerdo en que otros se hicieran millonarios a costa de su labor, juntos montaron una gran mafia, uno vendería la enfermedad en las tinieblas, ese trabajo sería para el sicario Lautaro Romero, el otro vendería la cura a la luz de las estrellas. El negocio no fue fácil, no surgió de la noche a la mañana, fueron muchos años de planificación, y necesitaban un infiltrado, alguien

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

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.

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

I growl, pulling her closer and kissing her passionately. Viona's hand wraps around my erection and strokes me slowly. She lifts her hips, positioning herself over me. "Do it. Fuck me." I whisper, gripping her ass. She sinks down, impaling herself on my cock. Viona moans and begins rocking her hips. I watch her ride me, her breasts bouncing, her face contorting in pleasure. She's so beautiful, so sexy. She rocks harder and faster, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Oh, baby, you feel so good. So wet. So tight." I groan.

She continued offhandedly as she took a bite of French toast, “And he’s going to go back to his.” “What does that mean?” She gave me a You’re an idiot look. “Seriously?” “Yes.” She doubled down on the look. “You really need me to fuckin’ spell it out?” Now my hackles were up. “Yeah. Fuckin’ spell it out for me.” “He’s a rock star, honey. And a scorchin’ hot one, at that. You’ll go home, back to your life, and write a great article… and he’ll go back on tour, singing to throngs of adoring models and groupies every night… and… doing what rock stars do with models and groupies.”

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

Roman roared, his hands clawing at her hips. He was anchored to the desk, consumed by the sheer audacity of the act. Maya was relentless. She leaned forward, her hand finding his throat and squeezing just enough to keep his air restricted, her eyes locking onto his with a desperate, hungry intensity. Every thrust hit his deepest point, a calculated strike that made his vision sparkle. "You want my cum? You want me to fill your pussy?" Roman gasped, his hips beginning to buck uncontrollably. He loved the way her tits jiggled in his face.

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’.”

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.