Novel & Cerita Romance Novels About Finding Love After Herpes

Roman POV Leera searches my face, looking for any sign of deception. Slowly, the tension leaves her shoulders. She leans forward, resting her forehead against mine. The contact is electric. The pain in my body recedes, pushed back by the sheer power of her proximity. “I was so scared,” she admits. “But when you’re close… the burning stops.” “That’s the bond,” I whisper. “We heal each other.”

When I woke up, the sharp smell of disinfectant filled my nose. Every inch of my body ached, and my head was foggy with exhaustion and fever. It was only after asking a nurse that I found out—I had collapsed outside my front door the night before, and it was a neighbor who had called an ambulance and gotten me to the hospital. Suddenly, my daughter's voice echoed in my head. 'Uncle Skyler…' The man was none other than Skyler Shire, Selena Sorrell's first love.

Xavier had always had a mild case of germophobia. Not even Daphne could touch him, let alone Yvette. But now, with Yvette leaning against his chest, he found himself surprisingly unbothered. "It really is different," Xavier remarked. Puzzled, Yvette asked, "What's different?" Instead of answering her, Xavier quickly released her from his embrace. He still couldn't believe that, years later, he had fallen in love with Yvette and had a son with her.

🗨️I'll be glad to be your partner doc. 💊 Ryan's POV💊 Susan sent a message to me the following morning that Alex and Jasmine will be coming together for the World Neurological Societies program. At first, I had no interest in that news. But a thought came in. 'Alex, you'll destroy yourself this time. I'll not touch you.' I thought. 💊Alex's POV💊 The day of is here and we're already in Brazil. I was glad to see the beautiful lady that rescued us during the fire outbreak. What's her name again? Yes, Emma.

/*Flashback*/ Conrad knew we love each other. And he also knew that we haven’t spoken a word about our feelings. And apparently we couldnt mutter to gather the courage in near future too. So Mr. Cupid came up with an excellent idea. He called me and Eric separately on phone talking about our feelings and confessions. And how naive we were. We innocently spoke everything on phone. After two days i got a bouquet delivered on my door step. 99 roses to be exact. And so did Eric. That he informed me later. But the most interesting thing was a note attached.

The world seemed to vanish with every kiss, every touch, every ragged sigh we shared. “My wife,” Gabriel breathed against my mouth. “My husband,” I whispered back, smiling through the tears in my eyes. What started as a game of revenge became a forbidden love I thought we could never have. But love didn’t just conquer, It healed us. And now, it’s ours forever. “And so, Gabriel and Clairessa’s love forever blossoms” ―――― The End 💕 Author’s Note To my amazing readers, From the bottom of my heart, thank you. 💖

I had several bruises caused by him. The last time at Supreme World, after Zach was taken away, she had accidentally consumed a strong aphrodisiac. She was confused, and her sexual desires greatly impaired her ability to think clearly. She wanted to just find any man to serve as her antidote but had stumbled upon Fred. After he forced himself on her in a safe passage, he imprisoned her in the pitch-black prison. That was where he had his way with her all day. Cecilia had come close to death because of his act. She was not actually a virgin. Her first time had been given to a loan shark as a form of payment by her heartless father.

Cassie I skip through the spellbook for the fourth time as I try to find a potion to undo my mistake. I’ve been trying since I found out Eric is an incubus and probably the one that’s been haunting El’s dreams. I don’t know how to tell El, so I’ve been trying to cure her secretly. I have given her three cures in the form of drinks, and while she has drunk all three, she remains under his spell. The love potion he gave her enhanced by whatever he added seems incurable.

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove

I responded. "This your killer shape, I'm obsessed with it and your beautiful face. I keep wondering what is a goddess doing in a place like this," he said, admiring me with lustful eyes. Of course in the last two years since I started dating there has been no real love all they did was love my body. Not my heart, my soul or even intelligence. All of them loved my body and when I didn't agree to have sex with them there would be a break up soon, not out of anything I'm being accused of but just because I didn't feed their fantasies.