Romance Christian Novels & Stories

Christian replied, “Maybe I have gotten used to her existence. Maybe it’s because she’s the one asking for a divorce and I’m not happy about it. Maybe I have fantasies of her…” “Fantasy?” Andrin almost stepped out of his role. He looked at Christian, “What… fantasy?” Christian glared at him again. He was asking the obvious. Upon seeing his look, Andrin immediately laughed. Christian was unamused, “Andrin, do you really not wish to continue working?” “No no. So you’re saying that you and she..." Christian’s face darkened. Christian said, “I can’t let us be tangled up even more. I also can’t… do bad things to her just to fulfill my desires. That is my natural need and she is not an outlet to f

Love and appreciation filled her heart as she listened to his heartbeat. " I'm more grateful for your being in my life. Thank you, Ari, for being the light in my dark world", " My life is fair and bright with you in it. I will always love you Christian ", she said and gave him a quick peck on the lips, " You know me, mama, I hate short kisses", he said and held her neck before taking her lips into a deep, intense kiss. THE END. Await Epilogue

"All that affection, the loving glances, the little touches… almost convincing." "Almost?" She laughed, the sound musical and cruel. "Darling, I've known Christian for years. I know when he's putting on a performance." I kept my expression impassive, even as my heartbeat quickened. "So you don't believe we're genuinely in love?" "Believe?" She arched one perfectly sculpted brow. "I don't believe in fairy tales. Christian Kensington would never fall in love with someone like you." The words hit their mark with surgical precision, echoing painfully against the ones I'd heard Christian himself say to Marcus.

"I will, I won't let them interrupt, now go. Do what you have to do for your man. And enjoy it, you deserve it." "Thank you, my friend, thank you very much." I leave her watching me as I almost run to my room. Upon entering, I can see Christian on the balcony having a sip of rum. His other hand is in his pocket. He looks extremely sexy. I take off my shoes and approach him like a cat from behind, starting to run my hands over his body. I feel him tense up, continuing to slide my hands past his waist, caressing him boldly. He turns around, kisses my mouth eagerly, the taste of alcohol fascinates me mixed with his taste, he kisses my neck with his wet kisses while caressing my breasts, squeezi

I start to take off my yellow shirt when he hesitates to take off my clothes but he stops me. "No!" I'm so embarrassed and I feel so humiliated. "I thought you were allergic to 'No's," I joke, not even looking at him. "I can't have sex with you, Rebecca." "Aren't you... Attracted to me?" "Of course I am! But I just can't..." "Why?" "I'm a Christian." "So I'm I." "A Christian who does not fornicate." I roll my eyes. "Sex is not a big deal." "I'm a true believer, Rebecca. And the Bible says that neither adulterers nor fornicators will enter the gates of heaven."

Christian asked, she said nothing as she traced invisible lines around his chest before inching close to his lips to kiss him but he instantly pulled back. "What? Don't you want me anymore?" She asked with a confused look. "It's wrong for you to be here, it's my bachelor's night with my friend but you are ruining everything," Christain muttered before getting up from the chair he had been seated on. "Christian, I know you are trying to use Miriam to get me jealous," Lara said. "Get over yourself Lara, it's over between us! It's Miriam I love and would forever love," Christain, let out sternly.

“I won’t.” Nyra smirked. “Liar.” Noelle sighed like an exhausted adult. “Grown-ups are weird.” Then she skipped inside. The moment the doors closed, the air shifted. “This is neutral ground,” Sebastian said quietly. “Whatever game you’re playing—” “I’m playing Christmas,” Nyra interrupted. “Try it sometime. You look like you’d benefit from joy.” “I don’t trust you.” “Good,” she said. “I’d be offended if you did.”

Damon followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and pumping me full of his hot load. Christian was last. He uncuffed me gently, then laid me back with surprising tenderness. He crawled over me, kissing me slowly, deeply, as he slid inside. Where the others had pounded, Christian made love—long, rolling thrusts that felt like worship. His hips moved in a sensual rhythm, grinding against my clit with every stroke. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, our bodies moving together in perfect sync. “You’re ours,” he whispered against my lips as we came together, his release warm and gentle inside me.

he murmured, reaching forward to press a soft kiss against my skin. I blushed, and he smiled, swirling his fingers once more across my skin. “So, what's your plan for tomorrow?” I asked. “You must have some family who you need to contact or something, right?” Christian sighed and shook his head. “Nah,” he said, nonchalantly, as though there were no feelings about it either way. “Christmas hasn't been a big thing to me in a while. Usually, I just work my way through a bottle of good wine and maybe a couple of movies, things that I don't have time to do at other times of the year. And normally, if I get lonely-” He cut himself off, and I raised an eyebrow at him, guessing what he'd been about

They don’t leave mine as he slowly raises his thumb to his bottom lip, swiping the stains from my lipstick on it. Cautiously, I wipe the outline of my lips, pretty sure I look a mess from the kiss. Christian chuckles. The woman behind me, Liam, and Arnold clap with smiles on their faces, like they’re genuinely happy for us which fills my heart; though I would’ve liked my people here. “Please follow me,” the officiant says, already stepping down from the altar, but Christian’s arm on my waist halts my movements. “Mrs. Roman,” his husky voice purrs, sending a sharp, liquid heat down my spine that pools low in my body.