Romance Novels African American Novels & Stories

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."

"Whenever this question you just asked me is brought up, the easiest route to follow is the one that leads to advertisement which is undeniable true. Some people love to write about what they can show to the world. I mean, some people love to write about what they can show the world proudly. They like to write about what they can easily advertise and promote without hesitation. I love to write about what I can relate with. I love to write about topics that unites people together and not tear them apart. I like to write about love because love is a feeling that everyone wants. It is a desire that everyone wants to feel. It is an emotion that everyone wants to experience. So, I would say that

It was unfamiliar to her, not the type of reading she liked. “You don't know, do you? This is a novel by Michael Scott. What I have in my hands is the sixth book in The Secret of The Immortal Nicholas Flames series, which is entitled The Enchantress,” Adrian continued to explain even though the title of the book was clearly written on the front page, making Diana laugh. “Why are you laughing?” “Nothing.” Diana stifled an amused chuckle. “It's just that the book isn't my type.” “Oh, of course. You're a fan of dark romance readings from the past, the story of a nanny who falls in love with her cold, cruel and heartless master but is actually romantic.” Adrian sneered. “Typical female reading.”

“Like it’s just another war you have to control.” “It is.” “No,” she said firmly. “It stopped being just that the moment you kissed me.” Silence. Deep. Heavy. Unavoidable. “And now?” she asked. His breath slowed. “Now it’s complicated.” Nyra almost laughed—but there was no humor in it. “Complicated?” she repeated. “That’s what you’re calling this?” “What do you want me to call it?” She didn’t hesitate. “Real.” The word settled between them like something fragile and dangerous.

"Tell me about the book you were reading. What is it about?" P**n. Flushing, I bite my lip "It's a romantic story" and by romance, I mean a girl getting railed by three men at once. I wasn't kidding when I said I'd gotten to the spicy part. She was finally going to sleep with all three of them together. Lucky bitch. "Ah, you're a romantic then?" Anti-romantic. People who say they're in love are full of shit. I believe in power, loyalty, and money.

Here is a list of my current books: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Hint of Misunderstanding (Werewolf Romance) Thank you again. Happy Readings

(Teen Romance) Beautiful Adeline: A Mafia Romance (Dark Romance) I Still Hate You (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) All For the Money (Erotic Romance) His Girlfriend's Brother (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) Marina (Mystery/Thriller)

Says a married lady who was caught kissing her ex boyfriend few days ago" she teased and I gasped and tried hitting her, but she ran away. "You're so annoying - you know that?" I grinned playfully. By that time, we had gotten to the bookstore and we both walked in together. But come to think of it; what would tomorrow be like?. I mean valentine. You know, it was going to be my first valentine with my...husband. Nicole quickly got the book she wanted and we left afterwards. As soon as we got outside, we saw something...crazy. It was Blair - taking selfies in front of a flashy car.

If I hadn't stay back, they were going to rape such an innocent girl. I heard them call her a slave while she said something about being a werwolf like them. She told them she was only out to taste a little freedom, and that really touched my heart. Instead of pitying her, those men were going to take advantage of her pathetic condition to rape her. Gosh! "Wow...wow...wow...now I see..." Jake hollered, clapping and grinning from ear to ear. "What?" I grimaced and he pulled me into a hug immediately.

He had plotted and schemed, manipulated, and exploited, all in the name of ensuring that the werewolves were destroyed and the Lycans were the only ones left standing. Liam couldn't help but feel sickened by what he was reading. He had always believed that the werewolves were inferior to the Lycans, but now he saw that it was his own people who were in the wrong. It was the Lycans who were driven by hatred and a need for dominance, while the werewolves had been fighting for nothing more than their own survival.