Romance Novels By Stacey Abrams Novels & Stories

She joked and Amaranthe stuck her tongue out at her. It doubled Elizabeth over with laughter, “Yeah, Amar. I have never heard you say ‘fuck’ twice in one sentence.” She said, rubbing her stomach. Amaranthe blushed and held up her glass, “Blame the fucking mimosas.” She said, and the three of them burst out in a fit of giggles. ***** Hi guys! The St. Leonard Chronicles will be released in early June. These books will span over six novels - Ayden, Anastasiya, Matteo, Kiara, Damon, and Dakota plus a few more familiar faces will be making an appearance. If you would like to be kept updated, please follow me on Instagram @j.tarr02. - J.Tarr xxx

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

The tunes had cut out at some point; there was only pin-drop silence. The priest leaned in and murmured, "Sir, Ms. Stewart has already..." "Look, she's just running late," Francis said, his eyes scanning the crowd. "She's got this habit. Gets mad, plays hide-and-seek, and then I'll find her. With a little sweet talk, we'll be back on track again." Tears streamed down Nora's face. "Francis, I'm begging you..."

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

her grin faded away as soon as Stacey said in her indifferent voice, pulling up her glasses, “No.” “Please… Don’t be stingy. Come na.” She tugged her forearm, stopping her from wiping the table, “You told me the other day you never had been in a pub, right? Are you a kid? People our age should have fun drinking with our friends whole night, you know it’s heaven.” Amy gestured her to bring her ear near her so she can whisper, “And you know the boys there are really handsome. You can find a date there, too.” Stacey rolled her eyes, sighing, “Nope, still not interested.”

But just as I was about to let his cock slide into my dripping entrance, he suddenly grabbed my waist and stopped me mid-act. We locked eyes immediately, and he suddenly said, his voice low and steady; “You've got a pretty face, Paige, but trust me, you've also got one heck of a fine striking and spotless ass right behind you, so why do you think I want to stare at your face while I fuck you?” He smirked and continued, “Turn around. I'd rather watch those fine ass bounce smoothly against my cock while you ride me dirty.”

It was so hard for her to accept or to even think that so ruthless mafia can hold back his desires and didn't for once touch another woman. Without realising a small smile appeared on her lips feeling so happy and special. The man who resisted the temptation of so many women was crazily wanted to have her. Only her. Because like he said. For him. She's the only one. His love. His princess. His queen. Her smile widened even more while entering the bathroom happily. Meanwhile. "Damon are you sure. Because this plan is seriously too much dangerous." Ryan said while Ken and Maxwell nodded their heads in affirmation.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode seven 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. A shiver raked my body as I woke up and noticed that I was naked. But where’s the blanket and……….. My gaze landed on king Damien as he sat on a rocking chair, looking down at me with lust in his eyes. I gulped and tried looking elsewhere, suddenly feeling shy as his gaze pierced me.

That's when I met Bobby. Bobby Wilcox was gorgeous. Tall, blonde, and handsome, he had girls swooning over him as soon as they saw him. I was no different. I met him at a party and couldn't get enough. He told me he loved me. I believed him and, for a time, believed that we would live happily ever after.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.