Romance War Novels Novels & Stories

The chamber went very still, Keepers and wolves and the small, exhausted band that had carried Caierre this far all standing frozen on opposite sides of an uncertain line, no one willing to be the first to decide whether this moment called for waiting or war. ~~ The city had burned. Not the whole memory—the palace still stood, the temple too, distant shapes through curling black smoke—but the streets Caierre had walked minutes ago, full of laughter and ordinary sunlit life, had become something else entirely. Wolves fought wolves in the avenues, snarling, bleeding, turning on each other with a viciousness that made no sense for a people who'd walked together in peace not long before. Fire li

Lucia leaned forward, forearms resting on her knees, voice dropping. “Dante.” The name tasted wrong in Arabelle’s mouth. Her mind rejected it instantly—then betrayed her by replaying everything she knew. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “He wouldn’t—” “He loved Valentina,” Lucia cut in softly. “And men like Dante Valerio don’t forgive the deaths of women they loved. They avenge them.” Arabelle stood abruptly, the chair scraping faintly against the floor. “You’re twisting things,” she snapped. “Dante has never laid a hand on me. He’s never even raised his voice.”

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

Here is a list of my current books: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Hint of Misunderstanding (Werewolf Romance) Thank you again. Happy Readings

com Bibliography: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series in order: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers (G.Bell & Homecoming combo) Dark Warriors (Ghost IH & Beast Wars combo) The Woman Inside The Other Woman Through the Looking Glass Ride The Stars Careful, He Bites Interstellar Lover Under the Bridge

All just to say how annoyingly sappy she thinks it is that Alcina keeps sending Brandon love letters one after another. We are fighting a war, and Brandon is busy reading your scandalous love letters whilst he's supposed to be fighting off the enemy army! But what else is Alcina to do? Brandon has been fighting a war. War, Alcina has found, is long and tedious. More so than one might realize. It can go days or weeks or months with no movement on either front, only to explode in a sudden flurry of skirmishes and battles and blood and steel, only to lapse back into silence thereafter.

With the enemy defeated and the darkness pushed back, the vampire world was filled with a newfound sense of hope and joy. Eli and the girl he loved were welcomed back as heroes, and they were soon married in a grand ceremony attended by all their vampire friends and family. As they began their new life together, Eli knew that there were still challenges to come, but he felt confident that they could face them as long as they were united. He and the girl he loved were determined to build a life together, one filled with love, hope, and happiness.

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

He would have, right? I shook my head again and concentrated on the book placed on my lap. It was one of the British, historical romance fictions set during the World War Two. I had randomly picked it up at the bookstore and somehow felt myself drawn towards it. Sappy novel with mopey dialogues and dragged out bits, it still provided me with much needed solace.

I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.” He smiled, brushing a kiss along my temple, my lips, my forehead. “Oui. Toujours.” Yes. Always. The sun climbed higher, spilling more warmth across the room, painting his skin in gold, painting me in light, painting our shared intimacy in a glow that neither of us wanted to end. I woke up fully hours later, still pressed against him, his arms wrapped around me like he could never let go. Our breathing had slowed, our hearts had settled, but the memory of the night lingered—soft, intimate, unforgettable.