Novel & Cerita Romance Lover

I knew I was capable because he moaned my name softly, the delicacy in his touches and voice. And at that moment, I knew it was love that I felt, what I asked for, and what we were doing. And that drove me crazy, insane. And I realized I would do anything for him and to keep him close to me. And I didn’t care about the consequences; the world was small compared to our universe. The world was all I wanted to face, as long as he remained there. Inside me. Being the protagonist of my wildest, loveliest, and wildest dreams..

“He offered me lessons in return for what? Silence? Weapons? A partnership?” Maria’s face shifted. For the first time since she’d stepped into the lamplight, I saw a flicker of irritation. “Loren is a surgeon. He always wants to cut. He will help you learn to wield. But do not mistake him for a lover. His knife never asks who will mend.” A crack of sound then too close and too human. A shot. Sharp as bone. Damien sagged into me like a prop giving out. Warmth pooled under his coat and I smelled iron, loud and immediate. He looked up, and his mouth was a small, stubborn crescent.

"I don't want your money. I'm not that type of woman!" I crumpled up the card in my hand and flung it back at him, my hand shaking. He looked at it on the floor but didn't stoop down and pick it up. "You'll get it after I'm gone," he shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. "You're acting. That's all." "Acting?" I struggled to get the word out, horrified. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be unloved in your own home? To give all—your body, your health, your soul—and be treated as a

He looked at me with his eyebrows pulled together. "Will you fall in love with them as Belle did? " Jasper's voice sounded beside me. "Boys " Father's raucous voice filled our ears. "I mean, I don't know. It is scary J. I think I would fall for someone safe, easy to handle, harmless, loyal and calm. I think I deserve that, " I voiced my opinions. "I don't think I will be able to handle the anger." I finished. They went quite. I don't know where Taylor comes up with these questions.

I realized I didn’t just want him—I craved him, addicted to the way he touched, the way he looked at me like I was his whole world. He pulled back just enough to look at me, breaths mingling hot and ragged, thumb brushing over my swollen bruised lips. “You have no idea what you’ve started,” he whispered, a dark satisfied smirk tugging his mouth, eyes glinting with promise. “And I have absolutely no intention of ever stopping.” When he leaned back in, taking my mouth again with bottomless hunger, I surrendered completely, letting darkness, heat, and romance swallow us both whole.

the father said to kiro " yes father" kiro said "You, Joy Guzman, are you accepting Kiro Smith as your wife in hardship and ease?" said the priest to me "Yes father" I said "you may say your vows" "I remember when we first met at church you sniffed me like a dog, I told myself I might stink so you sniffed me hahaha, I teased you before and teased you so you could notice me because you captured my attention that time and then you're pissed because of me because I'm so annoying , when you allowed me to come with you when we watched starry night I know I love you already , but I don't know if you love me, it's good that even though I'm like this you still love me so I'm thankful, remember man

Or even fall in lust. “I might be harder for you to match than your usual clients,” she started. “I am a librarian. I love romance novels. My expectations of what a relationship should be about are probably way out there.” Gerri nodded. “Tell me what it is you want.” She pulled out a notepad from her handbag and started jotting stuff down.

She said as she made a pout. Ha-ha, he knew that she had just been trying to kiss his ass, but damn if he didn’t like it. And so, Damian feeling left out had thrown a look that could have had her insides sizzling on fire and left. Their run on the other side had proved to be exciting. Everything about Ryan made her heart palpitate with desire. He was her only love and damn if anyone or anything else was to come in between them. Coming back from her reverie, she lifted the man onto her back and carried her. she would first have someone tend to his wounds before bringing him for questioning. Whoever he was, he was a fearful foe. And if a friend, then he was more than welcome.

“Widowed is good. Widows get access and sympathy in equal measure, and nobody asks a widow why she’s alone. But reserved is wrong. Make her warm. Warm people are invisible, because everyone’s too busy being flattered to examine them. And give me a dead husband with a personality, someone specific I can be fond of in public. Grief is only convincing in the details.” She’d improved it in ninety seconds. She improves most things I build in about ninety seconds, and I’ve stopped resenting it and started budgeting for it. “Fine,” I said. “Elise Caron, warm widow. I’m Laurent. We’re recently together. Discreetly.” “You’re always recently together with me. You should try besotted. It reads as harml

"I like you, too, baby. But, you don't love me." Alexa kissed Jean on the lips. And after that, she said: "How can I love a man I just met, Jean." Jean brushed away Alexa's kiss. "Since we like each other, will you be my sleeping partner?" "You mean your whore?" "Well... My lover." Alexa was confused by the word "lover": "Baby, I don't want us to just sleep together. I want you to love me truly. Be my girlfriend, my lover, Alexa." "You'll give me a lot of money, right?"