Romance Novels With Black Characters Novels & Stories

I had complete faith in my love and my plan. Jonathan rushed over to me and shoved Katrina to the side. He was ready to attack my neck but I held his face and sucked his lips intensely. I kissed him chastely, my fingers running over his silky hair. I was confident that if our love was powerful enough, this kiss would fade away his thirst for blood. My lips drew up to a grin because he responded by sucking my lips. Our lips soon moved in unison. Through the corner of my eyes, I noticed the blackness around his eyes had vanished. This proved that my plan worked and also that our love was the strongest; no force, no magic could break our love.

“You’re welcome, but for what?” “Everything.” That, along with the deeper kiss he pressed to her lips, was answer enough. ****** Author’s Notes I love futuristic, post-apocalyptic, and/or dystopian fiction. I wouldn’t want to live it, of course, but it’s fun to imagine how bad things could get, and how good people would function in the aftermath. In this book, I also explored a bit how harsh times make even good people do some questionable things. Can you forgive a good character if he (or she) does something morally ambiguous for the ones they love? I like complex characters and questions like that. I hope I gave a modicum of competency to exploring the idea.

“At least tell me your name.” “Bianca.” “I’m Roman Rutherford. Call me Roman.” He extended a hand. I shook it, noting the strength in his grip. “Nice to meet you.” He smiled, stepping closer. “You're being mean because you’re here with your husband?” “I’m not married. I just want to be alone,” I said, firm, cautious. “I know you’ve got a lot going on. I just want to understand,” he said softly. I hissed, brushing past him. “The worst mafia aren’t the arrogant ones, they’re the charming ones.”

mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion* Deacon Another week has flown by in the blink of a fücking eye, since my last date with Myla. It feels like I haven't seen her in months, though.

“What? What has this got to do with the job?” “Just answer the question Miss Snow.” He spoke calmly. “I’m not going to answer that. Those reasons are personal.” “Miss Snow, I don’t like to repeat myself.” He pressed. I sighed and answered him. “I didn’t know you. You were a stranger. I didn’t recognize you as Ace Black of BGGC. But even if I knew, I still wouldn’t kiss you. I don’t do that and I’m sorry we almost did. What I’m not sorry for, is disappointing you because we didn’t kiss, Mr. Black.”

Once again, I’m writing a story to honor the request of a reader! A little over a year ago, Ms. Ciara Townsend wrote to me: “My best friend and I are avid readers, and my favorite books usually have white lead characters and black minor characters, and they’re usually quite ghetto. It’s a little discouraging when all of the couples are with people of the same race when there are so many mixed people in the world. I would love an interracial romance, especially when there are so many people that don’t believe in it.”

"Don't worry, Mrs. Romano, we have a library. Would you like to have a look?" My eyes sparkled up with excitement just by hearing the word Library. I love reading fictional books and that is the reason why I am a hopeless romantic girl stuck in his cruel dark world of mafias. I nodded my head vigorously. "Yes, of course!" He led me towards the library room and my jaw dropped. It was an old library designed nothing to match with the aesthetic of the party going downstairs.

“But the blackmailer is real. We need to deal with that later.” I moaned softly into his kiss, legs spreading for him. “Right now… just fuck me quick before they come looking.” He spun me around, bent me over the counter, and thrust in deep in one stroke. “Take it quietly,” he whispered, pounding into me hard. “Brady and Sophia are still here.” I pushed back against him, moaning low. “Harder, Alexander. I need you.” He railed me fast, one hand over my mouth, the other rubbing my clit. “This pussy is mine. Not Brady’s. Not anyone’s.”

Why would she believe it, unless she… “Not exactly, just not happy about being forced into a marriage without his own say. He thought I could somehow break the blood contract, but he doesn’t want to break it now. He wants to marry me. I have to take this chance Damien, for our people. Blood contracts cannot be broken. And… you and I would never work…” she turned to walk away. I couldn’t let her leave. I grabbed her wrist pulling her to look at me, “You desire me, I sense it. How can you be with another man, when it’s me you want?”

_______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series He lowered his head, his pupils burning like an ignited flame. "Maybe you think you can escape from me... BUT YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME", He whispered softly in her ears, causing her to shiver under his gaze. He was her WARMTH. She was his PEACE. but everything was not this simple at all. *** Zafira Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, thought she had escaped the shadows of her past, but her world is about to be shattered.