Romance Short Novels Novels & Stories

Inviting and urging him to ruin me, right there on the couch. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered. I didn’t. His mouth found mine—rougher than Cane’s ever was, tasting of scotch and pent-up everything. His hands roamed freely under my shirt, his calloused palms on my skin. I arched into him, “Hmm, yess.” I moaned straight into his ears as his fingers slipped beneath my shorts, finding me already wet. We didn’t make it to a bedroom. Right there on the couch, with Cane asleep two floors up, Zac pushed my shorts down, freed himself, and sank into me, slow—inch by thick inch—eyes locked on mine the whole time.

he ordered softly. Her lashes fluttered, and when her eyes met his, she fell into the storm of his gaze. It wasn’t just color. It was movement, like a tide pulling her under. He pressed his mouth to hers, finally, and the world split open. It wasn’t a soft kiss. It was hot, deep, consuming. His tongue claimed her mouth like he had every right to. She moaned against him, her hands sliding up to his chest without thinking. The fabric of his suit felt alive, warming under her touch.

I hope that you enjoyed this story. This was one of the first full novels that I wrote. If you have you will also enjoy Across the Desk and the triology that it sparked. it is a dark romance story in which a young woman, Deanna, finds her true love and they forge a bond that not even her insane family can break. The second in the story is Weathering the Storm where their story continues. Then breaking the Eye Wall which they finally find the end of their nightmare together. WEathering the storm is already on goodnovel and Breaking the eye wall will be released in November of 2020.

The only reason she was able to reach his height was because of her six-inch heels. Ronan’s hands tightened around her hips. It was wrong. He knew he shouldn’t want the daughter of his best friend, but he could hardly control his growing erection when her ass was running against him like that. “Be careful.” His voice was unusually hoarse as he spoke. Camilla took it as a challenge. “Or what?” She arched her back, pressing her ass directly against his erection. He inhaled, his fingers tracing the hem of her dress. “Or you find out what happens when you play grown-up games.”

He stumbled forward, and in that split second, our lips grazed—just a fleeting touch, a spark that sent a shock through my entire body. Time seemed to freeze. The world outside the room, the argument, everything disappeared. All that existed was the brief, electric contact between us. We both stood there, motionless, our faces just inches apart. My heart pounded in my chest, and for the first time, I couldn’t tell if the heat between us was from anger or something else entirely.

Suddenly, she convulsed, a hot, frantic squirt hitting his face as she reached a massive climax. She didn't let him recover. She spun around and lowered herself onto him, guided his thick, rigid cock into her. She took him in one slow, soul-crushing movement that made Roman's vision go white. He felt himself slide into her, the tight, wet heat of her walls enveloping him completely. She began to ride him then, her movements fast and shallow. The sound of their bodies meeting was a wet, heavy thud that seemed to vibrate through the bookshelves. Roman's hands found her waist, his fingers bruising her skin as he anchored her to him.

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.

He hadn’t even done anything major yet, but my breath was already coming in shallow, desperate gasps. With one final, perfect rub on my clit, I came hard. My body slumped forward, weight pressing heavily against him as my arms wrapped tightly around his neck. I kissed him again, trying to steal back some semblance of control, but he easily took over, dominating the kiss with that same superiority that came from being so much older than me.

He pressed forward slowly, just the tip slipping inside me. I gasped sharply at the stretch before letting out a shriek. “Relax, Elena,” he whispered, kissing my neck. “Breathe.” He pushed in another inch, then another, going agonizingly slow. The burn was intense. He was so thick, stretching me open in a way I’d never felt before. I whimpered, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Fuck… you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with restraint. “So fucking perfect.”