Romance Fiction Fantasy Novels & Stories

Drop them in the comments! In the meantime, I’d be starting a new book real soon! And guess what? It’s a werewolf dark fantasy. A big jump from young adult romance--I know. You can read the excerpt below! It’ll be out real soon so be on the lookout for it too! Again, thank you very much for all the love on Played In Thirty Days, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. See you soon! Excerpt of my New Book...

And they will leave immediately. I don’t want to cheat, of course! Even if it's a forced marriage, it's still not good for a woman to cheat. I just don't know about Callum. This is so frustrating. “How is that?! How can I do that?!” Frustrated, I gulped down the wine that was in the bottle while adjusting myself because I really had no idea about that. How can I seduce my husband?! I already tried to search about how to romance your husband. But there’s just the same context! It’s always about sex! I don’t even have any experience on that thing!

I moan with immense pleasure, feeling like he was transporting me to a state of pure ecstasy. I straddled him, positioning myself above him, and placing my hands on his chest. He grasped my hair and kissed me passionately. With his hands on my hips, he thrust upwards, lifting his buttocks from the floor. As the night wore on, our passionate lovemaking continued, fuelled by the intensity of our desires and my supernatural abilities. The crack in the floor beneath us served as a reminder of the power we possessed, both in our love and physical strength. We explored our deepest desires and pushed each other to new heights of pleasure, then lay exhausted on the floor. Our bodies intertwined, our

His tongue invades my mouth, and I melt against him, my body singing under his touch. The bond between us roars to life, an inferno of need, and I feel him, his desire, his fury, his terrifying, all-consuming love. Then A hand fists in my hair. Dominic wrenches me back, breaking the kiss. Adrian snarls, but Dominic ignores him, his gaze locked onto mine. He whispers in my ear "You don’t just belong to him, little wolf." His free hand slides down my chest, his fingers brushing the lightning mark. The contact sends a jolt through me, my nipples tightening painfully. "You belong to me too."

Every flash of light was a slap in the face to the girl who had been riding him in a boat house forty-eight hours ago. "So, Emma," Sophie said, her eyes suddenly fixing on mine. They weren't blue; they were the color of a shallow sea over white sand—beautiful, but impossible to see the bottom of. "Hannah tells me you’re a writer. Fiction, isn't it? Something about... romances?" The way she said "romances" made it sound like I was writing dirty limericks on bathroom walls. "Yes," I said, my voice remarkably steady despite the internal earthquake. "I write genre fiction. It’s a lot of work, but I enjoy the world-building."

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.]

With each stroke, her hips moved in sync with my touch, craving more of the pleasure I was offering. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she arched her back, surrendering to the sensations that consumed her. Her gasps grew louder, mingling with the rhythm of our bodies moving in unison. The room filled with the intoxicating scent of our desire, a heady mix of sweat and passion. Our hearts beat in harmony, a symphony of love and lust that echoed through the air. With her, nothing else mattered. I was lost with her, and so was she.

“I will stay safe behind your guard of warriors but on one condition.” “And what is that?” He asked, sounding a bit relieved. “That you promise to return to me in one piece.” Danshak chuckled. “I shall try my best.” Erin smiled against his chest and marveled at how their relationship had transformed so quickly within a short time. Only a few days ago, they could barely stand the sight of each other, and now, they couldn’t stand the thought of not being together. One minute they were both resisting the idea of being true mates, and the next, they were madly in love with each other and cannot imagine life without one another. This was the kind of love Erin signed up for; straightforward, genui

Some scenes may contain: • Explicit erotic encounters • Dubious moral choices • Aggressive desire • Dark seduction • Emotional torment • Graphic violence • Blood-related imagery • Themes of captivity, obsession, and possessiveness If you prefer gentle romance, emotionally healthy relationships, or morally upright heroes, this book may not be suitable for you. FINAL NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR This novel was written for readers who embrace the darker side of fantasy romance readers who understand that fiction can explore dangerous emotions, forbidden desire, fear, obsession, corruption, and emotional extremes without reflecting real-world standards or expectations. These stories are meant to be imme

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.