Romance Addicts Novels & Stories

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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.

Her throat tightened, eyes misted, as if she could will reality to transform. She read it again, hoping the words might change under her gaze. But they remained the same, unyielding in their cruelty. The invitation slipped from her fingers, fluttering like a burned-out matchstick onto the marble floor. Aidan had belonged to her for two years, their lives knitted together in a shared future. Their dreams had unraveled just three months ago when he claimed he needed "space." Apparently, his "space" included a dazzling engagement ring and her sister's triumph.

I wasn’t expecting it, and I looked at him. “Act like we’re dating and this night will go a lot smoother,” Ken whispered, as we got up to the door. “Why?” I asked. “Everyone thinks that Ken only dates floozies,” AJ laughed. “So I’ve heard,” I smirked. Ken huffed, and ran a hand through his hair. “They weren’t floozies,” Ken groaned. “Dude half of them were strippers, and the other half were prostitutes,” Bryan added. I looked at Ken with wide eyes.

“Ohhh” I loudly moan when i keep thrusting the dildo in my pussy. It’s summer now and I’m alone in our house because my family went to our hometown. I would rather spend alone in this house than to come with him. I always exploring about sex and I’m watching porn to, to know about it. I always do this touching my self. And I’m a addicted to it. I fantasize having three sex you know. And i think it’s challenging because you three will have sex.

A standalone novel from the Daddy Series. 🌶🌶 If you enjoyed my book Falling For My Ex's Dad, then you would love this even more. Forbidden love. Love triangles. Passion. Obsession. And a dangerous addiction that threatens to consume them both. Kiara's POV "Shots! Shots! Shots!" Lisa slammed three glasses on our table, tequila sloshing over the rims. "I don't think..." "Don't think!" Amy shoved another glass into my hand. "Tonight is about NOT thinking, remember?"

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Romeo couldn't agree less. "Our break up turned me into a monster" Romeo added with a sad reaction "What are you talking about?" "I took to porn and that was the beginning of the end of the good old Romeo. I became a porn addict and at one point I decided to turn my fantasies into reality. I began having sex with numerous sluts" Doris eyes widened.

He stroked my hair and whispered, “Only my cum can heal your womb’s failure. Without it, you’re nothing.” “I know,” I whispered, nuzzling closer. “I’m addicted. I’m yours.” By the end of the week, I was a guilt-obsessed wreck. I no longer resisted. I begged desperately for his cum, orgasmed only with his command, and lived for the daily ritual.

The rest of the class goes by in a blur, and I do my best to focus, but I’m way off my game. My mind is teeming, my body strangely energized, and I make a vow right then and there that I need to stop reading so many damn romance novels. I read one or two a day, fully immersed in the escapism it brings me, and I think they’re getting to my fucking head. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, but it wasn’t until I hit my senior year in high school I discovered romance. I’ve been a complete addict ever since. But this obsession has not served me well, especially since my particular tastes these days are always the kinky variety involving handcuffs and safewords and dominants.