Romance Of The Western Chamber Novels & Stories

He was a diligent man when it came to his business, that's what made him what he is today. I looked at the time, while pressing my fingers on my eyes because they were throbbing from having been glued at the computer screen. I wouldn't have cared about being stuck with my new laptop till this late, had things not been this awkward. The room which was designated as "the bridal chamber" was decorated with rose petals and scented candles, the flowy curtains and the red satin sheets turned it into a scene straight from a Regency erotica. I was distracted by the aqua scent as the bathroom door opened, and my eyes got glued at the sight which was right before my eyes.

the whole of Romanesque was in chaos, the Vampires Killing every with that came their way, taking the humans as slaves, blood sprawled all over the town, the screams of burning witches heard, At another side of Romanesque, a cloaked man walked along the cold streets, which was covered with blood, silence everywhere, the only sound heard were sounds of crickets, and the witches who screamed for help as they burned, he walked into a house, hoping to find someone there. "Estelle.." he called, alerted on seeing the body of Estelle on the floor. "Moreau, I knew you would come for me.." she muttered weakly, forcing a smile, her last wish had finally been fulfilled. "What happened to you?" Moreau a

she checked an invisible watch on her wrist, “—two minutes. His chambers are at the top of the castle. Better run.” My legs scraped the bench as I stood. The others stared. No one offered help. I didn’t expect them to. I ran. Up stone staircases, across endless corridors. My lungs burned. My vision swam. Each step was harder than the last but I didn’t stop. I should have knocked. I didn’t. I pushed the massive door open with both hands, heart still hammering, and stumbled in. And froze. The chamber was massive, carved from stone and wood. The fireplace roared, casting flickers of shadow on the far wall. A towering bed sat beneath a canopy of wolf-fur, and just beside it—

Pulling the binder open, I pulled out a binded hard covered book titled marriage contract. The contract. Here it was, the only reason I was here, in this world I barely belonged in. The reason for my marriage with Xavier, in my heated palms. I walked over to the table side, and reached for a bottle of champagne. Walking towards the balcony's door, I felt a heat flag over my shoulders. The room's door creaked open as I lurked into the room, continuing in my tracks as I traced my way over to the balcony. The chilling evening breeze and the soft draped hues of the night skyline greeted me in it's futuristic glow.

'Thank you, Mack. We stepped into the room, and the scent hit me first—cloying perfume, expensive tobacco, and the heavy, musk-laden pheromones of two dominant male wolves. The chamber was lit by a crystal chandelier that looked like frozen tears, casting jagged shadows over a table overflowing with raw meat delicacies and bottles of high-proof moon-distilled spirits. 'Mr. Valdez, Mr. Crawford,' Selene purred, her voice carrying through the room like a physical caress. 'I hope the Cheshire hospitality hasn't been too slow for you.'

he murmured. I nodded, swallowing hard. My hands were clammy, my heart racing, and my stomach a storm of nerves. Whatever waited behind these doors was powerful. Aurelio’s confidence made me both anxious and curious, and a part of me that I didn’t want to admit burned with curiosity… and attraction. He pushed the doors open slowly, and I stepped inside, immediately struck by a sight I would never forget. The room was vast, dimly lit with gold light spilling from ornate sconces along the walls. The air smelled of smoke, expensive liquor, and something metallic, sharp… dangerous. My eyes immediately went to the center.

He kissed my temple lingering then murmured “Let’s go home.” We walked through the hall hand in hand wolves bowing as we passed ,some reaching out to brush our hands some whispering blessings.When we reached the private chambers we closed behind the last retreating wolf.The great hall’s chants still echoed faintly through the stone, but in here in this sacred, shadowed room the world shrank to just us.Rico stood motionless near the bed, gold eyes molten, pupils blown so wide the black nearly swallowed the gold. His chest rose and fell in hard, uneven pulls. The front of his trousers was visibly strained thick ridge of his dick pressing obscenely against the leather, a dark wet spot already b

ROMAN'S POV. “We have them down in the basement Roman, I know you would still definitely disregard this but go easy on them” I heard Caspian say as he entered my chamber. This chamber was where I spent my time alone, reflecting. The room was blue, every single thing in it to,the colour was calming.

she said, turning toward them “Every flower especially picked for today, every detail chosen by us… for both of you. May this room be your first memory of peace together.” Elena blinked, moved by the thought. “Cassy…” Cassandra shook her head with a smile “No more words. Just go.” She stepped aside, pulling Louis with her as the doors creaked open with the soft sound of enchantment. The chamber inside was bathed in soft candlelight. Crimson and gold silks draped the canopy above the bed, petals dusted the marble floor and fine woven carpets, and the air smelled of jasmine. A small fire crackled gently in the hearth. The balcony doors stood open to reveal the moonlit sea, wind gently stirring

The door is closed so Roseanne cannot see what is inside. “I shall be on my way, My Lady,” Timur says with a bow and scurries off. Aria opens the door for Roseanne. Just when Roseanne thought the castle was lavish, she is stumped by the grandeur of the chamber. White marbled floors are so clean that she can see her own reflection in them. A large balcony lies on the opposite end of the chamber, overlooking the marvelous mountains of Sloria. The chamber itself is four times the dreary kitchen she lived in back in Ezealyra. Several crystal lights hang from the ceiling and a silver tapestry is stuck on the wall.