Romance Stories Novels & Stories

She begged. His hips snapped forward, spearing her wet hole over and over again. Brianna's legs trembled, heels digging into his back. She came first, crying around the nipple in her mouth, cunt gushing around Roland's thick shaft. Roland followed behind her, burying himself to the hilt, flooding her hole with hot cum. He collapsed on top of her, his face buried in her soft blonde hair. " I love you." He whispered against her hair, voice raw and soft. Brianna broke.

“You never really learn, don’t you? How many crazy plots have you made for Ibarra long ago that backfired?” “Shh! I am a different person now.” She said mixed with laughter. “And I already made a lot of plots that actually worked in my story.” “You crazy, dumb girl!” I hit her head with my knuckles. “Stories in books and real life is different! No matter what happens, if the author wants her hero and heroine to end up together, then it’ll work! You should already be aware of that! Tsk! knowing that every love story comes with a happy ending in your books.” I hissed as I looked at her pissed.

I had my first kiss with him, my first sex which I still remember vividly. I still remember the day we first met. I think it was love at first sight. He made me feel so many things at once and he still makes me feel the same way. We first started as best friends. He was so caring, respectful and handsome. A perfect gentleman. Everything was going well until Ade decided to end our relationship because of a silly mistake. But now I am going to get him back. He belongs to me. ****

I said softly, “how you can write multiple romances based on a single topic.” “Hm,” Rome murmured. “For example,” I continued, my thoughts flowing more freely now, “two people might meet at the same place. A cafe. A workplace. A school. But the way they fall in love will never be identical.” Rome leaned slightly closer to the railing beside me. “Why is that?” he asked. “Because people are different,” I said. “Their wounds are different. Their fears are different. Their hopes are different.” He nodded slowly.

Chapter 1: Sex With My Mother's Patient, Now I Am Trapped Sophia’s POV I’m only nineteen, but I’ve already lost count of how many men I’ve dated and slept with. Okay… I’ve not exactly lost count. Seventeen of them… maybe less, but definitely not more. Seventeen boyfriends since I started dating at eighteen—and not one of them lasted long enough to matter. People always assume I’m the problem. Maybe I am. But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand.

Story Title: Midnight Contract Author: Feylume Genre: Office Romance, Billionaire, Power Play, Explicit Erotica Main Characters: • Isabella Hart – 26, ambitious, intelligent, beautiful with long dark hair and curves that drive him crazy. • Damien Cross – 34, ruthless CEO, tall, muscular, dark hair, piercing gray eyes, extremely dominant and controlling. Blurb: When her devastatingly handsome and ruthless CEO offers her a secret after-hours contract, Isabella discovers that mixing business with the most sinful pleasure comes with a dangerous price… and she’s addicted.

He really didn't expect that a cold person like Raymond would like love stories. "Which countries have you read about love stories from?" asked Ara later. "From Europe, from the Middle East, from China and also from India." Wrinkles began to appear, he did not expect that there would be so many love stories from other countries. "Of all the love stories, only one has a happy ending," said Raymond. "Is it true." "Yes, only pride and perjudice ended happily while the others ended tragically." Hearing her lover's story immediately made her sadness disappear, she even asked Raymond to tell her one by one the love stories he had read.

We resumed our initial sitting arrangement, and slowly, Anna strode toward April, and before April could say a word, Anna crossed her leg over and sat on April, her lips crashing against hers without a moment’s pause—hungry and unrelenting. Their tongues collided, twirling, battling, seeking dominance, plunging deep into each other’s mouths as if swallowing air would never be enough. Anna’s hands roamed, sneaking under April’s bra, cupping, teasing, massaging her breasts with firm, eager fingers. April moaned, melting into the touch, arching slightly, pressing hard back against Anna. Anna kissed down April’s throat, her tongue trailing wet lines, and then tugged April’s bikini top down just

[Francis Davis, 1990-2023] No final words of wisdom and no heartfelt farewells. Just the dates marking the beginning and end of their stories, with a tiny dash in between to represent everything in between. That tiny dash was their whole world. They fell hard for each other, fought fiercely, and in the end, they went down together.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.