Romance In Reverse Novels & Stories

Alex knew that Rachel knew what he was thinking and wouldn’t allow him to do what he wanted, so he just hugged her and stood on the spot looking around the room. When Rachel saw that Alex did not move and just stood in her embrace was relieved, she knew he had given up on the idea on his idea, she understood this was the end of the road for them, but regretted nothing, the only thing she regretted was that she was not married to Alex and have a beautiful life with him, something she was looking forward to after they finish the mission, but it seems like this was the end for them.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

Filling me up with his seed. The climax was so intense because of the mate bond that my knees felt week after. My body shook with pleasure still. All I wanted to do was jump on top of him again and do it all over. I could feel him going limp inside me. He flipped me on my back sliding out of me and I missed him being in me immediately. He laid beside me, brushing my hair out of my face with his fingers. "My beautiful mate." He whispered, looking deeply into my eyes. I blushed trying to hide my face. "Don't do that. Don't hide from me. I love your blush."

“What game is this? It’s been less than a day and I feel like I’m losing my mind.” I forced myself to take a cold, steady breath. “That’s your problem,” I said flatly. “I never told you we were getting back together. You just assumed.” His eyes darkened, filled with a sudden hurt. “You call what we had an assumption?” he asked, his voice dropping low. “Kissing me... holding me... was all of that just nothing to you?” He added, his voice shaking. I blinked hard, fighting back tears. “I AM A MARRIED WOMAN FOR FUCK SAKE!” I flared.

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.]

Her hands roamed over his back, her nails digging into his skin as he moved inside her. “Damien,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “I’m so… so close.but I don't want you to stop, my nipples are so strong and erected, this isn't what I planned for” He growled, his hips snapping against hers as he drove her"enjoy the moment my lady, I told you, I'm full of surprise"... this was a contract marriage,I planned a revenge on my ex but things turned south, ended up falling or I think I am falling for him and I don't even know what to do with all these curse

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

she asked, flipping her hair dramatically and using her hand to adjust it, her expression daring me to figure it out. I squinted my eyes, trying to figure it out, but nothing stood out to me. “Oh, come on, lady,” she said with an exaggerated sigh, raising her left hand to her face. My eyes widened, and my hand flew to my mouth as I gasped. There it was—a sparkling engagement ring sitting proudly on her finger. “What?!!!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the room as I jumped up and rushed into her arms. I hugged her tightly, my excitement bubbling over.

" An attendant arrived at that moment whispering that she was needed at the table. ........... The table was full of different delicacies. Colton sat beside me, we ate in silence, the whole room rocking with tension. "Here." Colton passed me the lobster and chicken and I stretched my hands, passing him the sauce. Robin cleared his throat. "It's so beautiful, the way both of you understand each other's needs. I admire the love the both of you have." His eyes darted from Colton, "I want my marriage to be as loving as yours, I've observed both of you and I truly appreciate you Anne..." "Who knew Colton would be so in love..." The food stuck in my throat and I fidgeted with my hands under the ta

I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.” He smiled, brushing a kiss along my temple, my lips, my forehead. “Oui. Toujours.” Yes. Always. The sun climbed higher, spilling more warmth across the room, painting his skin in gold, painting me in light, painting our shared intimacy in a glow that neither of us wanted to end. I woke up fully hours later, still pressed against him, his arms wrapped around me like he could never let go. Our breathing had slowed, our hearts had settled, but the memory of the night lingered—soft, intimate, unforgettable.