Romance Fantasy Novels & Stories

“Don’t talk to me.” Dante smirked. “You’re the one who begged for it, remember?” Taiga glared, lips still kiss-swollen. “Yeah? And I’ll beg again if you shut up and fuck me one more time before the knot goes down.” Dante’s eyes gleamed with fire. “I love you when you’re like this,” he said, voice rough and low. “And I’m not done until you can’t walk straight for the match tonight.” Taiga grinned wickedly. “Then carry me to the bed, Enigma.” He knew he was pulling dante in like a string at this point, and he'd let him go right after, all he wants is sex.

Ace was walking down a path of rose petals, candles flickering in the ancient sconces, and pack members gathered to witness history in the making. "Elegant but warm," I said slowly. "Formal enough to honor the occasion, but not so formal that it feels cold. This is about family as much as it is about power." "I love it. Very Colleen Hoover meets medieval fantasy." I laughed despite myself. "That's oddly specific." "But accurate, right? All that romantic tension with a touch of ancient mysticism?" "You're ridiculous." "But I'm not wrong." She wasn't wrong. There was something deeply romantic about the idea of watching the man I loved claim his birthright. Something that made my heart race and

I liked novels in the fantasy genre and romance by the way, but ironically I liked to incorporate that into my hopeless romantic stance. In my teenage years, because I liked reading such romance books, I often believed that there was a handsome man who would love me so much and came to me like a handsome prince fetching his princess. Who adores me from head to toe, who's so madly in love with me. However in adulthood, I realized that I had to separate fantasy from reality. I can't rely on my fantasies because it'll be disappointing if they don't work out the way I want them to, like I did with Sebastian back then. Because of the novels I've read, I've come to see Sebastian like he's a perfec

Story Title: Midnight Contract Author: Feylume Genre: Office Romance, Billionaire, Power Play, Explicit Erotica Main Characters: • Isabella Hart – 26, ambitious, intelligent, beautiful with long dark hair and curves that drive him crazy. • Damien Cross – 34, ruthless CEO, tall, muscular, dark hair, piercing gray eyes, extremely dominant and controlling. Blurb: When her devastatingly handsome and ruthless CEO offers her a secret after-hours contract, Isabella discovers that mixing business with the most sinful pleasure comes with a dangerous price… and she’s addicted.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

I whispered to myself while looking at the ring that he himself put on me on our wedding day. We've only been together for two weeks but this is already happening to both of us. We don't get along anymore. “Romance him . . .” And my father’s voice still lingers in my mind. How can I do that if he’s this cold to me right now? How can I romance him if he despise me so much? “How fucked up my life is, really.” I shook my head while leaning on the backrest of my swivel chair.

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

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.