Romance Christian Novels & Stories

with her answer and my eyes snapped back to her. I strode quickly over to her side and stood in front of her only a few inches away. She held her breath as I neared her and I cupped her right cheek in my hand and inched closer. She didn't move a inch and I closed the space between us and placed a gentle kiss on her full lips. Her arms slithered around my neck pulling me closer to her and my hands moved down, gripping her hips closer to my body. As if reality hit her she retreated, but I wouldn't let her and pushed her against the cave wall. She pulled her mouth away from mine and I groaned in disapproval. "Kai we can't do this, this isn't right. It doesn't matter how much I want you, we can

Sophie is a typical romantic young woman. The books she reads most are romance fiction stories and the rules inside the books had become her treasured wisdom. "Let me tell you, in this type of properly arranged blind date, you will not be able to find any suitable partners. It is too old-fashioned. Everyone who comes will be prepared with their hearts filled with expectations and imaginations. When they really meet, they will not have any feelings anymore. The type of fate that comes unexpectedly is more reliable. For example, at a supermarket, when he reaches for something and accidentally hits you or he is pushing a trolley and accidentally knocks into you.......

"If you put it that way, I really have nothing to say. After all, your admirers are shameless. Knowing you're married, they persistently pursued you with all sorts of schemes. Have you ever thought about why they like you? They say that people are attracted to those similar to them. Perhaps their liking for you proves that you're similar to them? On the other hand, my admirers, after knowing I'm married, politely and consciously keep their distance. That means the moral character of my admirers is nobler than yours." Chris retorted, "Isn't it because your so-called admirers aren't sincere? Just casually pursuing you, if they can get you, that's good. If not, they move on since they're pursui

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

“I can learn to love you the way you women always want. There’s no harm in trying it out anyway since you’ll be the first and last woman that I’ll ever marry. If I do that, you won’t complain anymore, right?” The silence seemed to stretch on for eternity as she gave him a long, incredulous look. Finally, she had the strength to speak. “Love doesn’t work that way, Mr. Callahan,” she said indignantly. Christian raised an eyebrow, seemingly unimpressed. “Who says it does? Love can work any way you want it to.” He smiled at her reassuringly, as if he suddenly pitied her. As if she was needed his sympathy. “Do you really think that there’s a pure kind of love in this world? That’s just a fantasy,

As for Christian’s contribute to the family business, he will be paid accordingly, but the damage which he caused as well will be charged against him. With the news all spread, the facts all sorted out, Cristopher found himself slowly falling for Carmilla, falling to accept her feelings, to reciprocate them. He wasn’t able to get the love he wanted from Crystal, as it was never meant to be, but the love he could return for Carmilla, it must be fate, it must be for the betterment of their future.

“ Happy Rose Day, Wifey! “ He said, forwarding the bouquet towards me with a charming smile which had me almost toppling over. I stared at the roses and then at him with a blooming smile. I slowly walked towards him and took the bouquet from him before bringing them up and breathing in the aromatic fragrance. My smile widened. I looked up at Christian who was watching me with a soft smile. “ Thanks for these.” I said launching myself on him. “And Happy Rose Day to you too.” His arms came to wrap around my waist as he hugged me tightly. “ These roses may wither, but my love and passion for you are immortal.” He said, shocking me further. Pulling back abruptly, I gaped at him with wide eyes. H

Candles burn in iron sconces, their glow fighting with the sunlight pouring through rose windows, gilding the scene in fractured brilliance. Even the priest wears the satisfaction of a man well compensated for his sudden flexibility. Voice softened by the sizable donation that made such a last-minute ceremony possible. The sanctity of the place bends as easily as men do, and the irony makes me want to laugh. No expense has been spared. The message is carved into every detail: Dominik Grimaldi only has the very best. The music swells as the organist launches into the wedding march, and the doors swing wide. George Larson appears first, holding out his hand to the daughter he sold into slavery

Christian gasped, his breath hot against my inner thighs as I hovered just inches from his lips. “Roxy, please…” he breathed, his pupils dilating. I smirked, looking down at him “Quiet now, Daddy. Just taste.” *********** My fascination for Christian started the day we moved in with him. Of all the men Mom could get married to, she decided to go for a Sexy Demon, with sharp cheekbones, dark wavy hair and piercing green eyes. He had what they call a gym build but I doubt he goes to the gym. Christian isn't that old, maybe in his early thirties but I don't really care. All I knew was that he was pure eye candy. No matter the amount of green lights I gave Christian it's either he didn't seem to

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.