Romance With A Twist Novels & Stories

This time, the kiss at the end wasn't about sealing a business deal. It was about celebrating survival, love, and the family they'd built from the ashes of Mirabel's hatred. At the reception, small and intimate with only people they truly cared about, Lucy held Catherine while William gave a toast. "A year ago, I married Lucy because it was expected. A business arrangement to save her father's company. I never expected to fall in love. Never expected to find my soulmate in a contract marriage." He looked at Lucy, his eyes soft with emotion. "But here we are. Married for real. Parents to the most beautiful baby girl. Survivors of things that should have destroyed us. And I've never been happi

He has always come in contact with hot actresses, heiresses and models but he never felt such situations as he feels right now with Mirabel. 'What is so special about her that I can't even control myself? Is this love? I even agree to a fake marriage, [aaaaah] this is fucked up. I also didn't even tell her my real identity. Should I just keep quiet?' Oliver thought as he massaged his forehead. Meanwhile Mirabel on the other hand quickly decides. "I will go sleep with m-my friend in her room while you stay here." "Okay, no problem." Oliver let out a sigh of relief inwardly. He knew he might not be able to control himself if they both slept in the same room so the idea was much better than he

He held out his hand with a smile, and of course I took it. "We don't have music, and it's already midnight." I laughed lightly, but he had of course already thought of this. His phone was already in his hand and a soft string of notes began to play. It was "The night we met" by Lord Huron. The music seemed to swell around us and when I turned my gaze to Edward, my eyes caught something fluttering from the darkness of the sky behind him. As it grew closer I realized it had begun to snow. The flakes fell down and rested gently on each of us, melting only after a short moment. As the final notes of the song slid out, and the snow grew in volume, Edward's face grew nearer mine. His lips touched

she takes a brief pause as her eyes wander around the room, trying to avoid my gaze, “I know this marriage is fake, and you definitely won't have such feelings for me, but I just want you to know that it is just my own feeling and I will never...” Before she could complete her statement, I stood up from the bed and slammed my lips on hers. She almost loses her balance, but I hold her without breaking away from the kiss, which is now reciprocated. Taking in her lovely lips, I gently deepen the kiss. Ariel jumps up, wrapping her legs around me with my hand on her ample bottom. I gently move closer to the bed and place her on it without disengaging the kiss. Then I trail kisses down to her ches

I couldn't refuse his advances as that was the little I could do to keep him from getting angrier than he already was. "You wanted the spice didn't you?" he asked teasingly. It was quite admirable the way he didn't let his smile get altered by anything that had just happened. He seemed to be a direct opposite of Troy who was almost like a loose cannon. His hands were holding me close to his body and I just couldn't resist. My hands came hungrily on his chest as that had been on my mind ever since. I felt like I was right where I was supposed to be at that point.

Her sharp blue eyes locked onto Emily with predatory intent. “Isabelle,” Liam said smoothly as she approached. “Liam,” she purred, ignoring Emily entirely. “It’s been too long.” Emily’s stomach churned as she watched the exchange. Isabelle’s presence was a stark reminder that this world—Liam’s world—was filled with complications she hadn’t anticipated. “And who’s this?” Isabelle finally deigned to acknowledge Emily, her tone dripping with faux sweetness. “Emily Monroe,” Liam said firmly. “My fiancée.”

Anthony ripped off the blindfold with urgency, and a disgusted look stamped on his face when he realized that he had chosen me. “This can’t happen,” he muttered, laughing nervously. Clara’s eyes narrowed, “The game makes no exceptions, so you must abide by the rules.” I groaned, protesting, but the laughter, teasing, and smirks around the table made it impossible to pass on this one. Begrudgingly, Anthony walked toward me, disgust pooling in my stomach with every step. Our lips met in a quick, awkward press, hardly more than a brush. His mouth was firm, teasingly aggressive, and we parted immediately, both brushing at our lips as if to erase the encounter. The room erupted in laughter, teasi

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His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

She jumped up to her feet and over to him, tugging him roughly by the neckline of her gown. “What the fuck! Let me go” Liam wriggle in Lara grasp. He was the man, but in this weak girl’s body he couldn’t even fight even if he wanted to without getting hurt. “I don’t trust any of you rich folks. Did you do this to get back at me for spilling your coffee or did you do it to save your life?” Lara spat, venting out her anger on the frail figure in her grasp. “Lara c’mon, you have to calm down. I don’t think he did it intentionally” Kate tried to separate the of them. Lara freed Liam and stepped backwards, her brows furrowed in agitation as she ran her fingers through her hair.