Romance Novels Clinch Novels & Stories

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

"But I'm curious, what does romance mean to you?" Max leaned in closer to Chloe, his voice low and husky, as he whispered softly into her ear, "Romance is like the changing sky at dusk, with colors shifting and blending together to create something new and beautiful each time. It's like the dance of fireflies on a warm summer evening, a dazzling display that takes your breath away.” His words flowed like a gentle stream, carrying with them the promise of something sweet and special. Chloe felt her heart skip a beat, and a shiver ran down her spine like a gentle breeze on a summer day, as she turned away to hide the reddened flush on her cheeks.

Said a voice at the front of the hall. I looked at the person, I had no idea of what he was talking about. "You haven't received a number." The guy said to me. Without much thoughts I lifted my hand and yelled "Me." The man giving out the number frowned at the sight of me. I didn't wait up for his response, I walked straight to where he was. As I approached him, a desk clipped with the jacket. I tried to get it off gently, but it wasn't pulling off, I then attempted to pull it off with force and the jacket shred. It was a nightmare, I thought my shame was over.

Calling it sleeping with her felt degrading. I exhaled the tension out of my chest and gently put the necklace on. Once it was clasped, she turned around and faced me. I drank in the sight of her in her red silk dress with a low neckline that showed her cleavage and the diamond encrusted necklace that complimented her skin tone and the dress— Damn, she has to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

Adrian and I were destined from the moment she saw us bicker. “She hated him, you know,” Claire teased, her glass raised high. “But I knew that fire wasn’t just anger. It was passion. And now look at them—married, madly in love, and absolutely perfect together!” I covered my face in mock embarrassment, but Adrian slid an arm around my waist, pulling me close as he whispered in my ear, “I like Claire’s version of events.”

“I told him no… again. But he keeps trying. Oh god, right there.” Alexander leaned in, biting my neck while his fingers thrust deep and fast. “He can keep trying. But this pussy is mine.” He rubbed my swollen clit with his thumb in tight, relentless circles. “Cum for me right here in the library. Let me feel you gush on my fingers.”

Roman’s tone turns steadily cold as he adds, “Fen would more likely hunt him down now, and not in the romantic way.” My eyes light up as I remember, “My book! You saw that in one of my books didn’t you?” The Alpha of the Ironclaw pack reading a romance novel would be about as ludicrous as anything else to anyone else, but I’m his mate, his wife, he isn’t afraid to be silly around me, and as we burst out of the main doors Roman nods. I burst into the kind of spurting giggles that would have expelled water from my mouth if there was any and Roman grins cheekily, still speaking through the mate bond as he says, “I wanted to see if those men you read of have anything on me.”

They fell into each other, slow and sure, like the tide returning to shore. Later, as they lay tangled beneath the covers, Clara rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. “I love you,” she whispered. Alex smiled into her hair. “I love you more.” --- Elsewhere… Across the city, in a dimly lit office overlooking a different skyline, Vincent Maddox stood with a glass of scotch in hand. The news had reached him—Clara Vale’s manuscript, now with a literary agent. A soft smile curled at the corner of his lips.

Clarine grinned, but her voice trembled with anger. Adrian glanced at Clarine, who was burning with rage. He quite liked being able to make her his ally against Damian. Adrian needed a partner who never gave up, like Clarine. It was very beneficial for him; he only needed a little stimulation, and Clarine would respond to the fullest. ** Enola stood on the balcony of the Cassel Mansion that night. Damian stood behind her, silent. He said nothing, just hugged Enola from behind—a comforting embrace without words, without agreement.

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.