Romance Books With Age Gap Novels & Stories

“I don’t know. Crazy part is… you’re 18, I’m 26. That’s a scary age gap.” Ariana shrugged. “I know. But everyone knows about Donatella and Mikhail; their age gap is there too.” Alexei shook his head. “That’s different, Ari. Their marriage was arranged. Ours isn’t. You know the difference.” Ariana frowned, thinking. “Okay… what if we wait till I’m 20 before we say it out?” Alexei nearly choked.

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

“He has someone now and I like you too much to come between you two. Also, I was trained not to date married men.” I didn’t know if I could believe her or not, but she sounded genuine. This was the first time someone that was Anthony’s fling was kind to me. The others who knew me always resented me for being his friend, so it was weird to see someone like her being this way. “And don’t worry. Anthony and I never fucked. We only kissed back then. Looking back now… ew, he was one ugly kid.” Angela shuddered. I could not stop myself from chuckling at her words and the expression that came with it. Angela seemed to be a chill person and maybe she was not so bad after all, only condescending.

Madeleine asks us both, but Zane speaks up for us. "The age gap love story is one that is very controversial to explore. I met Alex when she was just nineteen, and I was thirty-four. All the alarms went off, even for me. But I knew myself, and I knew my intentions with her. I trusted myself and allowed myself to be led by my heart. And I never for once regretted it, not even when the whole world was breathing down my neck for it." The audience drowns out his words with their loud cheering and applause. The very air is charged with electricity, and I can taste it on my tongue.

Finally, College Romance is a wrap but there is actually a book I should have posted before it. The story of their parents titled HER PERSONALITY. It's a short book do I will be updating this soon. 🖤🖤HER PERSONALITY🖤🖤 ___________________________ AUTHORESS RICKY _____________________________ ✍️SYNOPSIS✍️ Not every lady want to be a queen that would be pampered by a man or been boss around or just a full house wife.

And ALL mine! Well, they’re fourteen uhm… Yeah. So much for my romance books teaching me that the very second you shift you’re swept off your feet by your ready and waiting mate. They can definitely pick me up and swing me around like a grown male, but I just don’t know if I can get past the age difference. They’re still so young and waiting seems like total bullshit! I’ve been reading stories with multiple mates for more than half my life and ever since I met them all I’ve done is convince myself they’re mine. A growl breaks out behind me and my body instantly tells me that it’s Parker’s wolf Crush. There’s a bump at my side and that one is definitely my mom. Ugh!

“Thanks for going to get it.” Feeling uncomfortable, he nodded. “The side effects are pretty awful, according to the box.” She shrugged as she swallowed it with orange juice. “I’m sure it can’t be that bad, and it’s a good idea to be certain. I’m too young for a baby, and you’re much too old,” she teased. “Let me show you how old I am, woman.” With a playful growl, he lifted her from behind the breakfast cart and carried her through to his room, where he made love to her with the vigor of a man half his age.

“Maybe it’s because, for once, I’m not a pawn in someone else’s game. I’m not Anita Matthews, the daughter they abandoned. Not Anita Bennett, the girl caught in her ex’s betrayal. Not even Anita Grant, the wife in a contract marriage.” She stepped off the swing and walked to him. “I’m just me. And I like her.” Nathan touched her cheek. “I love her.” The kiss that followed was slow, reverent. No urgency, no hidden motives. Just love—and the weightlessness that came with it. Later that afternoon, while Nathan napped under the canopy with a book half-open on his chest, Anita wandered into the villa’s library. Dust motes danced in the sunlight slanting through the window, and the scent of parchm

Damn it. I called up social media and checked out the book groups I was a member of. I asked for dirty age gap recommendations in an anonymous post, and the advice came flooding in from loads of filthy romance bookworms. The list was incredible. My ears were already desperate for the audio. I typed out thank yous and added books to my playlist at lightning speed, setting one up right away. I couldn’t help myself.

No, it’s because he texted and said he was bringing Josh with him, the man I’ve secretly been in love with for as long as I can remember. My parents had me late in life—what they lovingly call a happy accident—so my brother is twelve years older than me, and Josh is the same age. That makes him a thirty-one to my nineteen. That’s not weird, I remind myself, and if I’m being honest, I don’t care even if it is. There’s something about Josh that just drives me crazy. He often comes for visits when Josh is in town, and I vividly remember all the times he would spend the night over here after I turned eighteen, and how I would fuck myself until my pussy was sore, screaming his name into my pillow