Romance Status Novels & Stories

“And our little member is perfect. Size, health and everything.” I smiled so hard my cheeks ached, looking up at my husband. "Did you hear that, Dante? He is perfect." Dante finally blinked, turning his dark eyes down to me. "Of course he is perfect, tesoro. He is yours." Romeo let out a loud, dramatic sigh. "Please, spare me the romance in my own clinic," Romeo teased. "Now, let's talk about the rules for the next few months." Dante’s posture instantly changed. He stood up straighter, slipping right back into his terrifying CEO mode.

“Yes, she is my daughter in law so she is not a Miss.” “Well she is a Miss now because she is single. Well soon to be single.” Romeo stated bluntly. Mr Knowles’ head tilted to the side confusedly. He shifted his gaze from Romeo to Cara and then back to Romeo again. “I don't… soon to be single? I don't– I don't think I–” “Well we didn't come here to argue about that now did we, Carina?” Romeo's brow arched. Cara finally opened her mouth to speak. “Uh no, no we didn't.”

He drove in deep, hips snapping, the closeness amplifying every sensation. "Come for me now," he ordered and she shattered. Brad followed, groaning as he pumped hot cum deep inside her, filling her completely. Panting, they collapsed together, his body enveloping hers protectively. Marie turned in his arms once she caught her breath back, her eyes soft with adoration. "Brad... let's get married,” she mumbled, her thumb slowly caressing his cheek. Brad's grip tightened possessively, kissing her forehead. "Yes, my love.” He sealed the words with a deep, owning kiss. “You're mine, Marie, your body, soul and everything. No one questions what I claim."

Back then, that prideful man had no idea that he'd one day be grovelling and begging for forgiveness. Allowing his mind to wander, he started fantasizing about what might have been, about what might have happened in another life. That day, when Stacy held his hands, her eyes filled with hope… When she said, “I’ll be turning thirty soon. People have been frantic about whether I’m ever going to get married. I’ve honored your wish to keep quiet about what’s going on between us, but now my parents have a bunch of suitors lined up for me, and… do you have anything to say about all this?”

Scarlett giggles, and I shoot her a look. “I fail to see how this counts as romantic, Scar. It’s quite creepy, to say the least,” Carla groans, taking a sip of her margarita. “Come on, it is kind of romantic though. Like a movie-style possessive alpha male character. It’s kinda hot,” Scar defends, and I wriggle my nose in disagreement. “I’m yet to fully understand that document. Too many clauses for a contract marriage. I could use your lawyer brain here, Nancy,” I growl.

It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish. When he finally released me, we were both panting. "You love me," Francis said, locking eyes with me, each word deliberate as if willing it to be true. "You'll keep loving me. The drugs are irrelevant." I could not help but laugh. "Francis, who are you kidding?" Francis acted like he did not hear me. He just stood up and smoothed out his suit. "You're getting out tomorrow. Come stay at my place." "That's not my home," I said.

“I’ll wait right here; I won’t let anyone else hurt you. I promise.” I turn my back to her to allow her to undress and get into the shower with a tiny amount of privacy. Roman is purring in sheer satisfaction. Our mate is ready for us, take her, take her now. Fuck off buddy, I have to take it slow, we have to romance her, woo her. Slowly.

"I see you're enjoying yourself with your ex-fiancé." I turned slowly, a smile tugging at my lips before I even met his eyes. "Oh, he's not my ex-fiancé, you know." That made his brow twitch. "Our engagement is still on," I added, voice light. "I figured there's no point in fighting it. Maybe we could get along... and maybe love each other later on." Roman's gaze sharpened, dark eyes narrowing just slightly like he was trying to read between my words. His jaw flexed but he said nothing, and that silence made my insides flutter.

"Dante and I are fine." "Of course you are. I'm sure the contract marriage is working out exactly as planned." She paused. Let that land. "Oh. You didn't know I knew about that? Darling, everyone knows. Or at least everyone who pays attention. Six month agreement. Mutual benefit. Hmmm very practical. Very unromantic." My jaw tightened. "Our arrangement is our business." "Absolutely. Though I have to wonder what happens at the end of six months? When the contract expires? Do you think he'll want to renew? Or will he finally realize that maybe he's been carrying a torch for a memory, not the actual woman standing in front of him?"

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.