Romance Era Book Box Novels & Stories

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. "HUNGER UNLEASHED" "GARY'S POV" -------- For months, Elena Harper had been starving.

And behind it, on the shelf above, a shoebox I had carried from the Steele estate on the day I moved out and had not opened since. I lifted it down and carried it to the bed. Sat cross-legged on the silk duvet with the shoebox in my lap and looked at it for a moment before I opened it. The lid came off and the smell of it reached me first. Old paper and the particular dry scent of things that have been stored carefully, kept safe, not discarded. Inside: sepia-toned photographs, a handful of ink-faded letters, and at the bottom, a dog-eared copy of Jane Eyre with a broken spine from years of opening it to the same passages.

He planted a soft kiss on my knuckles, bringing a smile to my face. “Sure, Mr vampire.” We relished the delicious meal, talked and exchanged loving glances. The atmosphere filled with an air of contentment and happiness. As dessert arrived, Jonathan presented a small box adorned with a satin ribbon and placed it in front of me. My heart skipped a beat as I untied the ribbon and opened the box, revealing a delicate necklace with a pendant in the shape of a heart. “Oh, Jonathan, it’s beautiful.” I exclaimed, feeling a surge of emotions welling up inside me.

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.

I asked, not sure what I was looking at. “A locket. Open it.” I handed the box back to him and parted the heart. I gasped at the interior. The rims were diamond studded and on the left side was a high school picture of us and on the right was a recent picture of us. My heart fluttered and my eyes watered the more I stared at how beautiful the locket was. I could even remember the memories from the pictures.

His arm brushed mine again, all casual and friendly, but I felt Alexander’s foot slide higher under my skirt, toes pressing right against my soaked panties. I grabbed the box fast, my hand shaking a little. “Here, Brady. Take whatever you want.” My voice came out higher than normal. Alexander’s cum was still leaking out of me from the library and the shower, making everything slick between my thighs. Every shift in my chair reminded me exactly who had been inside me twenty minutes ago. Alexander’s toes rubbed slow circles against my clit through the thin fabric. I bit my lower lip hard and shot him a look. Stop, I mouthed.

Your Betrothed, Damien of Silverburn “Oooh,” my wolf breathed. She usually didn’t care about material things, but I could feel her arousal. “Let’s see what’s in the boxes first,” I told her back, still annoyed by today’s humiliations. I tentatively pulled at the bow in the top box, and it slid to the sides. I gently pulled the cover off the top box, and opened it. Wrapped in delicate, shimmering paper were 50 long stem purple roses, and between them were daisies, my favorite flower. “How?” I wondered aloud.

Then the pure eroticism of it kicked in and she exhaled a little mew back into Kristy's mouth as she shifted her ass around on the slick leather. Kristy broke the long kiss and went to her knees. She pushed Darlene's legs apart, and said, "The question is, which one of us has wanted this fantasy to come true the longest?" She placed a butterfly-light kiss on Darlene's pussy lips and then answered her own question by saying, "I guess it doesn't matter much, does it, as long as it does come true!"