Romance Era Book Box Novels & Stories

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

The shade sticker read Crimson Vow, and someone had tied a narrow rose-gold ribbon around it with suspicious care. I stared at it. Then translucent comments slid across my vision, like live reactions on a serialized romance app. [@BookTokAfterDark: Oh, she has no idea what that lipstick does.] [@SteamQueen: I can smell the spice from here. I am seated.] [@KindleKiller: He really put his weak spot in a velvet box. Sir.] [@RomanceGremlin: Buckle up. This is about to get messy in the best way.] I almost dropped the box.

then he kisses the back of Toma's hand. "O-Okay? Uhm, uhh… what's with you?" Toma felt weird by Noru's action, so he gently pushes him off. "You do know that I like you, and I still do by now. I may feel upset that you see me as an option, but it'll be a win-win if you get rejected again and become mine." Noru said with a grin. "How's that a win-win?" "It's a win-win since I'll get to have you forever, and I promise to make you happy." Toma could only stare at Noru that moment and admire his sincerity. It could be the perfect moment to choose him and be really happy… they could actually be happy…

Fuck. I want to run my finger over her lips and kiss her. I want to press her against the wall and rip her wet clothes off her. The way she’s looking at me right now, her eyes huge and full of fire again, makes me wish that we were at Amore Bruciante and everything were different. But nothing is the same anymore and never will be. “We should get out of these clothes,” I say. CHAPTER 18 Chiara I haveno idea what happened to me, but now I feel perfectly fine. Wet and slightly cold, but fine. Maybe it was all the stress. Everything that’s happening is just too much for me.

“I’ve loved you since I was eighteen years old, watching you bite your pen in that library. I’m never letting you go. Not in three months. Not ever.” Elena kissed his chest, right over his heart, tears of pure happiness in her eyes. “I’m yours, Sir. Forever.” Epilogue Six months later, Elena walked down the aisle in a breathtaking white gown, the elegant day collar — now a permanent part of her — hidden beautifully beneath delicate lace at her throat. Damien waited for her at the altar, looking like sin and salvation in his black tuxedo. His eyes never left hers, filled with dark possession and profound love.

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

Her prim, perfectly-coiffed mother-in-law… and Mark, the stoic, retired accountant… into this? Arousal, sharp and sudden, coiled low in her belly. Her husband, their son, was a vanilla, missionary-only kind of man. Safe. Predictable. Dull. The contents of this box were anything but. Driven by a curiosity that overpowered her guilt, she reached in and selected a vibrator, a sleek purple silicone wand. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she closed the trunk, carried it to the immaculately made bed, and lay down.

she said and I burst into laughter. "Are you kidding me!" "Why? Is it funny?" She asked. "Of course it is, I mean how could you think of something so impossible" I said. "Why is it impossible?" "Well...... I....... I am just 30 and Emma is like 36" "Age doesn't matter, perhaps the age difference isn't much" Jasmine said. "Well..... She's not my kind of girl" I said and she laughed. "And who is your kind of girl?" She asked.

“On the strike of the eight-scarlet festival to the reigning of the 8th in the third age of the scarlet moon you will meet the person that the heavens fated for you of long ago, but fate made you forget for fifteen years.” To the wind that blows and to the heavens that somehow howls a cry from above. Her heart drops a terrible longing she never felt before, that can only end if that one soul comes back to the place where it all started. From the pain that the letter contains, and the only one that caused it. She grasps a sudden unbearable pain she couldn’t find why is torturing her. Worse when she finds a box with an old rustic-like appearance. Carved and painted with a crescent red moon, an

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