Romance Books: Male Pov นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It’s a romance book with a half-naked man on the cover, a girl in a skimpy dress, and a wolf in the background titled ‘Taming the Alpha. He smirks as he passes it back to me, “Enjoy your reading, Elyria. I look forward to hearing your thoughts.” Conrad is shaking with the urge to laugh as he stands behind Atlas and Dahlia smacks his arm in annoyance. I scurry away, ready to leave the embarrassment behind. I rush to my bedroom instead of going to the office. I shake my head in frustration. Literally, I could’ve grabbed any other freaking book. Of course, I pick the one that screams sex!

"The waitress dirtied your clothes, and then, under the pretense of an apology, tried to extend her claws towards you, and then had someone take pictures to cause trouble." "Zoey was really smart." "These are the tricks that women commonly use to climb up the ladder." Russell chuckled lightly, "You know me pretty well." "That's right, I didn't just read romance novels for nothing." "Do you still read those kinds of novels?" Zoey exclaimed, "The male protagonists inside were all handsome, wealthy, and passionate." "Isn't that what I said?" Zoey stifled a laugh and said, "They are not like you! They are all studs!"

I could be wrong… but if I wasn’t… I could play the same game he was playing with me. Even if I lose, because I knew I will, at least it will be while fighting. ____ A. Gupta Check out TWISTED MARRIAGE: MMF MAFIA ROMANCE and other Completed books. All books are Dark Romance with morally grey characters, that occasionally turn pitch black...

It takes him a moment to read the room. All four of the guys are standing with one of my books in their hands. I know what each one is by glancing briefly at the covers. All of them are erotica, werewolf, and absolutely filthy. I have had to read most of them one handed and almost always fantasised about Phoenix and I as the main characters. “What the hell is going on? Why is Rose embarrassed?” Phoenix glares at his brothers as he steps in front of me. How did he know I’m embarrassed? He’s right, I’m absolutely mortified.

Instead, he leaned back slightly, his attention shifting toward something far more comfortable. “Your book,” he said. “You read it?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. “I did,” he confirmed. “And?” He smiled faintly, tilting his head slightly as if considering his words carefully. “You don’t just write romance,” he said slowly. I blinked. “You write conflict.” Something about that made me sit a little straighter. “Your characters feel real,” he continued, “they’re not polished, they’re not perfect, they’re… human.”

“Inspiration doesn’t wait. Besides, you say things too good to waste. Like the coffee brooding? That was gold.” He shook his head, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he ordered two coffees. We grabbed a corner table, Goose still stealing glances from half the café. “So, what’s this book about?” Ace asked once we sat. “Cat shifters,” I said without hesitation. “Epic romance. Sarcastic hero, rambly heroine, lots of claws and passion.” Ace raised a brow. “Sounds familiar.” My cheeks burned. “Coincidence.”

Thank you, Theo, for feeding my big reading habit. Time to forget about my real life. I open the pages to my bookmark. This wolf romance book is completely wild and dirty. A big male warrior who knows how to pick a spicy book is definitely a keeper. He gets extra points for that. Suddenly, a sad thought hits my brain. It is too bad a grand male like Theo would never look at a heavy, fat girl like me for real. Being his fake mate for one single night is the most I can ever hope for. "Stop being silly, Zara," I tell myself. I slide back into the story, losing myself in a world where my life is not a total mess.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

His mom drove us places. Thinking back, I know I wish it was like in the books I read where the man was a man and not a boy. Where he was maybe a little bit domineering, protective, and caring, romantic. A man who took their time to pleasure me. I mean I never even had a man go down on me or use his fingers. It was always strictly dick and their pleasure first and it was either missionary or me riding and I swore all they did was lay there and I did all the work. I haven’t even had sex doggy style. I think I only ever had two orgasms in my life. So far. Because I hope that will change. My personal history is probably why I love smutty books or romance books and movies. I can easily live vica

“You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you against. Believe me. You already get a ten from me. I’m enjoying this because it’s you. I like t