Romance Fantasy For Adults Novels & Stories

Shadow raised her head to smell it, her big brown eyes curious, but upon finding it to be nothing other than frustrating ideas, she resettled. It had seemed so easy at first glance. Audrey and Ray had fallen in love once; I knew they could do it again. I had buzzed through my shift, sprinted home, and hopped on the computer for research. Fast forward two hours and I had no results. Everything I found was either too complex or too reminiscent of “The Parent Trap”. I had no idea how to get these two people to fall in love, let alone how to get them in the same room. My balloon of hope and excitement was quickly deflating, reality a slow leak sinking it. My phone chimed, and the noise startled

It’s better for both of us that I went the less drastic route. The third guy who approaches is a whole other kind of animal. He kind of takes my breath away, actually. Wowzies. He’s tall, muscular, and dressed like he’s just walked off the page of a Paco Rabanne magazine ad. When he smiles, my panties send a direct signal to my brain: Take me off. Now. Holy lady- boner. Vampire, twelve o’clock. Maybe they’re real. Weeee!

Sleeping with a total stranger was not something I have ever done, and sleeping with a man for a job or money, hell no. I am broke, annoying and pretty stupid sometimes, but then I have my dignity and would never allow myself be insulted. I would never forget that producer, I often see him in my dreams. I would beat him up and made him regret being alive. But that was in my dreams, whenever he didn't appear in my dream, I would think about beating him up before getting up from the bed. "Beautiful" I muttered as I looked at how gorgeous I looked. I stood up and went straight to the kitchen. My mum was making breakfast, and my siblings looked like they just finished cleaning the house.

I grinned and added, "Okay, we'll start working on a novel called 'The Monster and the Flower.' Which I was working on. Because you already know I write fantasy romance, this novel falls into that category as well. Do you have any doubts about what I said?" He lifted his hand and stared at me like wanting me to pick him. "Stop teasing me and ask what you wanted to ask," I answered with a grin. He inquired, "Romance. I'm aware of what it is. But what exactly is fantasy romance?" "It is a work of fiction with mystical, non-human, and romantic aspects." "Like something from a fairytale?" Fairytale? Does he think I'm a children's book author? Don't be angry with him! He's your crush and has come

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

The kind I’d whispered about in the dark when I touched myself alone—fantasies I’d never told my cheating ex because he would’ve laughed or finished in thirty seconds anyway. I shifted under him, clenching around his cock just to feel him twitch. “Alex…” He lifted his head, eyes dark and curious. “Yeah?” I bit my lip, heart pounding harder than it had all night. “I… I want more but rougher. I love it when it’s rough. Hands tied. Fucked hard. Like you’re using me. I’ve wanted it like that for so long.” His cock thickened instantly inside me. A low growl rumbled in his chest.

Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose. “I said we’d go somewhere cold,” he corrected. “And safe.” Safe. That was the key word. Aspen was neutral territory. No blood feuds. No bullets. No rivals. Just snow, expensive cabins, and people who drank overpriced cocoa and pretended the world wasn’t run by men like him. That was the plan. The universe, however, had always enjoyed laughing at Sebastian Volkov. The lodge doors burst open, letting out a wave of warmth, laughter—and her.

"Yes, fuck me... harder..." Sweat beads on my skin. The room smells like sex, musk, and strawberries, and I imagine hands on me, not mine, just rough palms gripping my thighs and spreading me wider. A mouth on my neck, biting, and damn it, it's Alex's face again. His voice in my ear: "You like that, don't you?" I shake my head, but the fantasy pushes me higher with faster thrusts now, vibrators on medium. My clit begs for attention, so I free one hand and rub it furiously.

He rubbed the thick head up and down my slit, coating himself in my juices. "Beg for it properly, Elena. Tell me how much better I am than that pathetic husband of yours." My sassy side wanted to fight, but my body was on fire. "Your cock is so much bigger. Ryan's tiny dick never fills me. Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside." He pushed the head in slowly. I moaned loud as he stretched me open. Inch by inch he sank deeper, way deeper than Ryan had ever gone. It burned so good. My walls clenched around him tight, trying to adjust to his thickness.

I smiled, wallowing in those same fantasies that had only haunted me. For a year, since I turned 18, I had been daydreaming about the day we would meet our mate and how I would get struck by his manly pheromones, which would capture every part of my being and pull us towards each other. How he would hold my hands, stare into my eyes passionately, and tell me my suffering is over.