Novel & Cerita Romance Survival Books

ATHENA'S pov Was I really cursed as she had stated ?. Was I really not meant to be around people with love ?. It did make sense since I was never with a family more than six months . Either returning me back or being murdered . Rosie and mark were the only ones that showed me love but they were killed in cold blood . I could feel another wave of tears coming up . How was I to survive the streets ,?I was only eleven years old. *Now is not the time to cry girl, find shelter before dark*

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

"Necessary. Not romantic. Not..." "Romance is for people who aren't being hunted by a psychopath." I traced patterns on his skin. "We get...survival sex. War sex. The 'we might die tomorrow so let's feel alive today' sex." "I can live with that." He kissed my temple. "As long as I get to keep having it." "Keep me alive and you will." "Deal." We showered together. Another round against the tile wall. Quieter this time. More....tender.

He was a beautiful mess. Usually, seeing him like this was enough to set me off. “Nothing,” I muttered. I returned my lips to his. The kiss was rougher this tiime, more aggressive. He moaned as I bit his lower lip and sucked it in my mouth. For some reason, the sound irritated me. How had I never noticed how soft Xavier’s voice was? It was too delicate, too smooth. It was so unlike Adrian’s deep voice. So unlike the way he had sounded when I was pounding into him…

The urge to know more about her spurs me forward as I spin and face the rest of her room. Bare beige walls and a bookshelf that is full of books staring back at me. Most of the books look brand new and have never been touched except for three. As I move closer to the shelf, fingering along the three well-loved books with fraying spines, I realize Sarah was a romantic. Each book describes a girl whose life altered drastically and who was saved by a handsome prince or man of status. All stories are morbidly opposite to the life she is living with a mate who couldn’t save her from her living nightmares.

“Are you going to run off? If you come back I can promise you everything. I can give you sex and anything your heart desires.” He couldn’t give her everything. There was a reason she read so many romance novels, and it wasn’t because it was what women did. She read them out of yearning. The books were her one way of getting a happy ending. In life she had come to learn it doesn’t always have a happy ending. “I’ll come back,” she said. The sex between them was brilliant. She never wanted the lust to end. Christal wondered how long the brilliant sex would last without love. She’d seen many couples within her pack mate, then regret their decisions afterward.

“Good. But there's one rule; no questions.” I nod. Marrying a man rumoured to be anything but a human may be much better than spending the rest of my life among lunatics in a human-sized cage. What may lie in wait? Either victory, romance, or insanity…

I wrote them to create stories that came to my mind, characters with a life of their own and feel that I wanted you to feel when you read each one of my words, the fact that my first book on spanish POR SIEMPRE TUYA ( I BELONG TO YOU FOREVER) , was read by 164,100 readers in spanish and 22,500 in english, the second ETERNAMENTE MIA ( ENDLESSLY MINE) 52,000 readers in spanish and 4,100 in english, then INFINITAMNETE NUESTRA (INFINITELY OURS) only 2 weeks after I have 1,100 readers in spanish and 255 in english. I have no words to thank you but THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to each and every one of you who have given me the gift of your time and money to read them

“I’m Troy, by the way. I served in the Marines with Brock. I’m a college professor, now.” “Oh, do you like it?” Lexi asked. “I do,” Troy said. “What do you do for a living, Lexi?” “I’m a travel blogger and fiction writer,” she answered. “Oh, what do you write?” the black woman asked with interest. “Well, I’m trying my hand at romance suspense,” Lexi said shyly. “I have a manuscript written, but I haven’t found an agent yet.” “How do you know, Brock?” another white man asked. He was standing next to the fireplace.

James sat in his grandmother's cozy living room, listening intently as she read him the stories of Eli, the vampire who had faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious through sheer determination and the power of love. James had always loved hearing these stories, but today they held a special meaning for him.