Novel & Cerita Romance Fiction Fantasy

It reminds me of when the light catches the water back home by the stream. Spending hours at a time there, I would often dream of princes and princesses. Knights and everything else that goes with that kind of fantasy world. The only difference now, is that there is a political side that I never realized existed. Afterall, romance novels and the like don't usually get into politics and things that aren't fantasy.

Writes romance fiction from YA to adult, contemporary to fantasy. Most Kage stories lean more toward the lighter, sillier side with a couple meaningful moments thrown in. Focuses more on entertainment value and emotional impact. Lives with hubby, two daughters, cat Holly, and nine cuckoo clocks in southeast Kansas, USA. Farm girl. Parents were dairy farmers. Was youngest of eight. Big family. Day job as a library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can't decide). Justice League

It's either history, military, or supernatural romances. I've never understood why so many people preferred such kinds of novels and genres all that much. Though, I meant that for the latter part. They're basically the same every single time. An average lady meets one sexy, handsome, extraordinary man, or two hot males battle over her, and there's usually some ridiculous drama that brings her further and deeper together with the men, and then she has to choose the obvious decision. Everyone had predicted her decision since the very beginning of the chapter. "And they're usually sequels or fantasy epics," I mumbled to myself.

Her nails rake down my back and she groan so loud I’m sure the whole house hears. We’re animals. No romance, just raw, desperate fucking. I can’t stop. I don’t even want to. Neither does she. "Don't you dare sto-" Boom Then the door swings open, again. " Seriously? You’re fucking him"

A soft, unspoken smile played at the corners of her mouth. "Same genre as this one?" he asked. "Not really," she said, her face brightening with enthusiasm. "I’ve written two fantasy novels and also a book with sci-fi themes. I usually don’t like focusing too much on romance." Demetri could easily see that. Snow had always brought a spark to her storytelling, a refusal to stay confined within any one genre. She thought pure romance was boring, something she had told him before. That’s why her stories were always wild, twisted, and full of surprises. It took not just imagination, but also a deep understanding of the worlds she created from scratch.

WARNING: THIS BOOK IS A DARK FANTASY ROMANCE: IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY DARK THEMES SUCH AS ASSAULT, VIOLENCE, TORTURE, DARKER SEXUAL AND EMOTIONAL CONTENT. THIS BOOK MAY NOT BE FOR YOU BUT IF YOU LOVE FANTASY AND ADVENTURE PLEASE GIVE THIS BOOK A CHANCE YOU WON'T BE DISAPPOINTED.

Theo Grant's thumb forced my lips apart as his piercing green eyes locked onto mine in Kai Voss's locked office, the rain drumming the window like it was keeping time with the pulse pounding between my legs . while Lucas Vale ripped my soaked white café shirt clean off tossing it aside leaving my black lace bra exposed and nipples straining hard against the fabric. cool air hitting my skin as all three professors crowded closer their hands everywhere possessive and hungry dripping wet from a storm now about to get railed by my Lit professors felt like the dirtiest fantasy I'd ever had racing through my head.

He has never gotten romantically and sexually involved with a lady the way Rosita wanted him to be in the next couple of minutes. He knew Rosita wanted him to dominate her, torture her and then fuck the living daylight out of her pussy, but he has always been used to slow, simple sex, and now he has to do things in her own way as a way to reciprocate what she has done to him earlier. Jude had a fetish fantasy as well, but all was just in his head, and he had never for once thought all his dreams, imaginations and envisionments would come into reality, and even if he wanted to, he didn't anticipate it to come earlier than it did.

And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private. "This is our most popular section," Edward said, noticing my reaction. "Romance readers are loyal. And they buy a lot of books." "I can see that." Next to it was fantasy. Then a section labeled "Romantasy" that made my heart skip. Sarah J. Maas. Jennifer L. Armentrout. Rebecca Yarros. All my favorites, beautifully displayed. "You read?" Edward asked. "Yeah. A lot, actually." "What genres?" "These, mostly." I gestured to the romance and fantasy sections. "Dark romance. Romantasy. Anything with morally gray characters and impossible love stories."

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.