Romance With Leliana Novels & Stories

“Yes, my lord. I am well. And you?” “Very well.” I let my hand brush hers, feeling the hidden tension beneath her calm. She did not pull away. “Tomorrow, we march across the river. Tonight, I wanted to be with you, one last moment before victory.” Her eyes flickered away. “Victory…” She trailed off, and the word tasted sour on her lips. I sensed a hesitation, an echo of doubt. I reached for her hand. “Leila, look at me.” When she met my gaze, I pressed my thumb to her palm, feeling the faint warmth of Liam’s mark. “Nothing can break us. Not them, not the rituals, not time. You are mine.”

The pretty girl retaliated by grinding down harder, her hand slipping beneath the waistband of Mira’s shorts, fingers tracing the damp heat through her panties. “Fuck, Mira,” Lena breathed, “you’re soaked already.” Mira could only nod, biting her lip as the girl pushed the fabric aside and slid one finger along her slick folds,” Aaron's voice, cut through the air. “Mira… what’s going on?” Mira’s heart slammed against her ribs, a wild mix of shock and lingering arousal flooding her veins. The pretty girl's fingers were still inside her, unmoving now, but the fullness kept her body humming on that razor’s edge.

“Not what society believes. Not what my grandmother orchestrated. Not what he performs in public.” Lillian met her gaze. She did not look away. “What truth are you asking for.” Elena inhaled. “Nathaniel.” The name fell like a weight. “What are you to him,” Elena asked. “And what is he to you.” Lillian felt the familiar instinct to soften. To deflect. To offer something gentle enough to be accepted and small enough to be safe. She resisted it. “There is no romance,” she said. “There was no courtship. There was no choice framed as desire.”

“Zoe, you bitch! You ruined everything! You ruined my marriage and my reputation, yet you’re here acting like you own the place?! I wouldn’t be in this state if it weren’t for you!” Her eyes were filled with hatred, as though she wanted to rip me apart. “Even Victor… Even he abandoned me because of you! Do you really think you’ve won?” She rushed at me like a lunatic before completing her sentence, her long nails aimed at my face. Before I could back away, though, someone jumped in front of me. It was that regular customer at the cafe who invited me here, and the heir to this hotel, Luke Wynne. “Please mind your behavior, ma’am.” Luke gripped Summer’s wrist, his voice calm but firm.

"This is madness. I'm just a designer. I was merely trying to survive. None of this adds up." "But it does," Elise murmured, "because this was never about love or business. It was about control About legacy. Your legacy." Serena felt her legs buckle, and she collapsed onto a dusty armchair, eyes fixed on the photo. "I don't want this," she uttered quietly Elise nodded. "I didn't either. But wishing doesn't alter reality." Serena looked up,

36 Zebian was in his own world during the whole journey back to Sebria. With his eyes glancing at the sky-blue clouds, he was lost in his bubble where only his rose lodged. His heart was fluttering with explosive love for her from the moment Lucian’s words got to his heart. She made him cookies. He least expected it but she proved him wrong. His little one did have a spot for him but she was stubborn enough to admit it. It’s okay…it’s alright by him. If she wanted to play cold, she could. He would give her time to settle back into their new journey but the second her mask of indifference would slip off, he would screw with this waiting and show her how much she belonged to him.

'The Alliance: An Enemies to lovers mafia romance. LEO Rosalina Russo, my vice, my nemisis. The only woman in this god's green earth who ruthlessly trampled over my twisted heart under her six-inch heeled stilettos. One look at her, and my blood runs hotter than ever and I know she feels the same about me too. We have a special connection, something the world could never understand until that spark goes off and turns into a wildfire. *** ROSE

On the other hand, Leanna had dry and brittle hair as well as a haggard appearance. She stared at Lorian, and her first words were: “I should congratulate you. You two have finally reconciled.” Lorian did not deny it. Leanna became agitated. “What about me, Lorian? Am I just an expendable tool in your love story?” Lorian quietly looked at Leanna through a rusty iron bar. After a while, he took a crumpled cigarette from his pocket. Then, he lit it with his head bowed and took a drag. The light green smoke spread, blurring their vision and making Leanna’s eyes red.

Romeo soon let go of her. "Strip, you slut!" He ordered. Leila did it quickly but she was ashamed this time. Romeo watched her intensely. He became aroused by her. He looked at her petite body down to her sexy legs. He couldn't forget that night when she danced for him or her wet body by the poolside. He had seen her naked body countless times. Why was she acting shy now? Leila was done dressing in the black coloured dress that exposed almost all of her skin. The dress had an opening on the side, front and it was also a backless dress. The openings were shaped roundly and it extended down to her thighs. It was a very short and ugly dress. Leila almost cursed the designer as she slid it onto

Aria seemed to absorb the edges of him, turning his restraint into something almost tender. It was both beautiful and strange to witness. Later that afternoon, the mansion buzzed with a kind of quiet excitement. Even the staff moved faster, preparing the dining hall for a private luncheon. Dante arrived first, wearing sunglasses indoors and looking dramatically suspicious. “Who’s the goddess downstairs?” he demanded as soon as he saw Liana. “And why is Leo acting like a human being?” Liana giggled. “That’s his fiancée. Aria.” “Fiancée?” Dante nearly choked on his coffee. “Leo’s? Fiancée? The man who once said ‘romance is a financial liability’?”