Romance And Smut Novels & Stories

This story will take you on a sweet and romantic journey of a bubbly Angel and a cruel and merciless Demon who falls for the charms of the cute princess. The plot will be full of humor, steamy romance, and a love triangle which would lead to a dangerous obsession and a fight for the star-struck lovers. Before you read this story, do give a pause to the below-stated warnings: *Violence *Smut *Gore and Bloodshed And... many cute and funny moments. If you're reading this book I would expect you all to read with an open mind. The plot is full of twists, mystery, and beautiful romantic moments that will hook you up with the book till the end.

TW: This book is provocative. It is categorized as DARK ROMANCE for a reason. It will not be for everyone. If you are a reader with certain triggers or sensitivities common to the dark romance genre then know that this book contains: a very dirty talker hero, sexual degradation, dubcon, rough play, and s&m themes. ♕—Delilah Lorenzo pulled away breathing heavily, a raindrop slid down my face and into my parted lips. Being in Lorenzo's arms and not feeling any fear was terrifying because it felt so good. I can't deny the fact that I had never felt safer than I do in his arms.

When I peek up, I see Zen sitting against the tree at my side “So, what was the holy avowal about?” “Copulation.” Now that I’ve said it, I’m reminded of the writing all too suddenly. I’m cringing all over! “It was just… too much, you know?! In writing, there’s a thing called too much smut!” I ramble on, gesturing with my hands and keeping my eyes firmly on the tree trunk “If you’re gonna write it, at least make it enjoyable to read! That was just… too coarse! Do you know how much I had to skip over? Oh wait, was it visible on my face that I’m embarrassed? Could people tell?!”

I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.” He smiled, brushing a kiss along my temple, my lips, my forehead. “Oui. Toujours.” Yes. Always. The sun climbed higher, spilling more warmth across the room, painting his skin in gold, painting me in light, painting our shared intimacy in a glow that neither of us wanted to end. I woke up fully hours later, still pressed against him, his arms wrapped around me like he could never let go. Our breathing had slowed, our hearts had settled, but the memory of the night lingered—soft, intimate, unforgettable.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

"Rub that clit faster, slut—squirt all over your brother's dick!" Fingers joined hers—pinch-roll savage mash, slick under palm.She detonated wild—body convulse seizure, pussy crush-spasm eternal vise, gushing arcs soak my abs thighs bed flood. "Liam—cumming so fucking hard on your cock! Pussy's exploding—drown it in cum!" Wailed primal, toes curl air, tits heave my mouth vacuum. Felt her milk me ruthless—walls pulse suck every drop pre-cum, balls ache release beg. But held—flipped her seamless ass-high doggy, face pillow bury. "Not done owning this cunt."Slapped cheeks symphony—red welts glow hot—spread wide spit rim tease, notched deep slam home prone-pin. Weight crush her mattress, cock s

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores themes of religious taboo, power dynamics, and forbidden romance. It is not intended to reflect real-world religious practices or figures. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are consenting adults. ✴️✴️ The wooden pew was digging into Sienna's back. Saint Jude's smelled like wax and cold stone and something old she couldn't name. She hated this place. She hated the silence that wasn't actually silence, just fifty people breathing and pretending to be holy.

I muttered a thank you to him as he starts up the car. "No need to thank me Samantha, tonight you will be my women and it's only my duty to open doors for you. Treat you like a queen you are." He used the hand that wasn't holding the steering wheel to hold mine and place a kiss on it. I giggled out loud like an high school girl. Who knew my romoe was actually a real life Romeo ,he has being behaving so romantic since yesterday and I am loving this side of him. It new and loving. I wish this night could never end.

**WARNING** This book is rated mature for language, use/mentions of alcohol and drugs, and casual sex scenes. There is a casual smut scene in this chapter, not suitable for the young ones. I am an amateur, this is a YA romance and I have tried my best, you have been warned, I apologize if it's cheesy/cliche xD ~*~ After the air is cleared between Noel and Harken, everything finally out in the open and so many questions from before finally answered, Noel feels like a huge weight has been lifted off her chest and is replaced with fuzzy warmth being in Harken’s arms.

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.