Romance Novels African American Novels & Stories

Only rich men from the North are called Alhaji. Alhajis' wives are called "Hajia" or "Alhaja". But Hajia seems to be most preferred amongst the women. This explanation was for people who are confused about the term as it has been mentioned a few times in this book. Also I would like to say that this book will be ending this month and I have only a handful of chapters for you guys. But I have another book coming in January and it's going to be a werewolf book so stay tuned for that.

Tiffany scoffed so hard she almost choked. "If I was Deja? Oh baby, I'm haunting EVERYBODY. Ren wake up in cold sweats hearing 'you ain't sh*t' in the middle of the night. Dominique can't look in a mirror without seeing me standing behind her like 'still a homewrecker, huh?'" She flopped back down on the couch, shaking her head, completely disgusted. "And the author really sat there and wrote this like this was romantic or something? Girl this not tragic romance. This is character assassination."

My eyes literally went “pop” Workplace romance, the worst type of romance. Don’t get me wrong Tony looked like a great guy, and he had the face. He was cute; and if I had a different job, I would’ve said yes to him, but it wasn’t, so I couldn’t. Workplace romance never amounted into anything good, and so, I couldn’t do it. I ordered an Uber while I packed my stuff, and when I was done, my ride arrived. Time to go home!

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

She said, I smiled thankfully at her. "I gotta go, I got online class." She said with a gasp and quickly turned around and ran out, I had to laugh at the way she ran. Bianca is actually a very nice person and I'd have to admit, she's the first real friend I've ever made on a while, she's mine and sweet. Well, I decided to search for a book and read, luckily for me, my eyes landed on a very interesting looking romance novel. I picked it up and sat at the desk. It was a werewolf romance, I love love werewolf romance. I sat comfortably and began to read, I love the writers style of writing, it was smooth and interesting.

What differentiates us is that I was not born or turned, I'm good with sunlight and I could stay long without thirst for blood. I love getting involved with human businesses because they at least changed my boring life. A human even led me to meet the most exciting thing ever in my life, and that thing is.... Romance novels. I accidentally got it from a boy one day and now am obsessed with them. I enjoy reading them, especially the ones authorized by Jenny Alfred. I always wish to get the kinds of love she portrays in her novels. I fell in love with her books and now I really want to meet her.

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

Seraphine didn’t discriminate. It was highly likely that the books here were put without his knowledge. Kayden wasn’t the man to read at the library. The library could just be here for the sake of it. Not contemplating further about this, she skimmed through the title of the novels. A lot of new ones have been released over the period of five years, and not being able to choose, she randomly grabbed one. From the title, it was a romance between a prisoner of war and a duke. This did some intriguing to Seraphine. Even if she knew it was going to have a sadomasochistic premise, judging from the title and the small snippet, she was still drawn in.

"You're not alone, Eugenia. You never will be." I kissed him then, deep and desperate, tasting rain and blood and promise. And when we finally broke apart, I knew the war was only beginning. But I also knew I would fight it with a pack at my back, an alpha at my side, and a fire in my heart that no vampire, no father, no ancient power could ever extinguish. We walked home through the storm, hand in hand. And for the first time in centuries, I felt like I truly belonged.

Something inside her fractured as she read those words. She barely recalled the hours that passed a haze of wine, the sound of a wineglass shattering against the kitchen floor, and humiliation rising in her like an unwelcome guest. To be discarded was one pain, but to be publicly replaced was another agony altogether. Her apartment suffocated her with its memories- Aidan's scent lingering in the air, his books haunting her shelves. She did what any heartbroken woman would do. She go dress to kill. A black satin gown that draped to the floor, a daring slit grazing her thigh.