Romance Writers & Readers Novels & Stories

“This… doesn’t feel real.” Cas brushed hair from my face. “It’s real. And we’re not done.” He glanced at Damien, something passing between them. “Are we?” Damien smirked, that wicked curve I knew so well. “Not even close. Your birthday’s not over.” He leaned across me, hand sliding to Cas’s chest. “You’ve been thinking about this too, haven’t you?” Cas’s breath hitched. “Fuck yes.” Their mouths met right above me—deep, rough, tongues visible. I watched, mesmerized, as Damien gripped Cas’s jaw the same way I’d seen in the hallway. My pussy clenched at the sight.

And we can look at instances such as - calling yourselves romantic names rather than your real names". I scoffed and almost laughed and Ryan noticed. Romantic names indeed. "Yes - it's one of the spices of a relationship. You shouldn't just go ahead calling each other by your names. You can make use of something like baby, sugar, sweetheart, love, and all that..." "Ma'am" I suddenly cut in and raised my hand. Oh, God! I didn't even realize when I did that. "Yes ma'am Bethel? Do you have something to say?" The counselor asked and I slowly stood up.

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He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

Ripples and splashes continued to splash and create a whirlpool. Sweat emerged. Perspiration flowed. Like the lubricant that united the two bodies, creating a slippery sensation that allowed them to slide. Embraces and hugs surpassed all boundaries. Going deeper and deeper. They were no different at all. The desire and passion that dominated their minds caused them to move recklessly. Not just Lucas, but Velia as well. Responding and reciprocating. The lovemaking grew hotter as each touch received a response. The passion blazed brighter as each caress received an answer.

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.

The night started in the bathtub and ended in bed, where he lifted me while I grabbed my things and watched him sleep like a baby. My hands run over his face, trying to remember every inch of his beautiful face. I'm sorry. By Dustin Mark "Marry me please" Never in my life had I written such stupid, silly, absurd words on a piece of paper. My first impression of what I wrote on this small piece of paper was horror and not a single drop of pride. Did Shakespeare also feel the heat on his face when he saw what he wrote about love?

At that instant, time seems to stretch, and the world around fades away, leaving space only for the protagonists of this story about to be written. The atmosphere can vary widely, but one thing is certain: mutual attraction and curiosity are the engines that drive the plot. It could be the intense gaze exchanged at a crowded party, the happenstance of a meeting in a cozy café, or even an accidental conversation in a tranquil park. Sometimes, it's fate seemingly conspiring to bring two lost souls together. The characters of our romance are at a crossroads in their lives, ready to embark on a journey of self-discovery. And it's in this moment of vulnerability that they meet. There's a spark in

— His Claws On My Neck (c) 2020 by zavieda COMPLETED Total word count: 150k Genre: Romantasy Subgenre: Werewolf, office romance This book contains adult scenes that may not be suitable for young audiences. Reader's discretion is highly advised. Grammatical errors are also incurred throughout the book, but it is constantly being proofread and revised. Readers' understanding is deeply appreciated.

“Care to explain what inspired that level of passion?” Riley’s cheeks warmed. She gripped the strap of her bag tighter. “I guess I just connected with the tension. The characters wanting something they know they shouldn’t. The way it builds until it feels like they’ll break if they don’t touch.” Professor Voss leaned against the desk, crossing her arms. The movement pulled her blouse slightly tighter across her chest. Riley forced her eyes up. “Interesting,” Elena murmured. “Many students write about romance. You wrote about the ache. The risk.” She tilted her head. “Late office hours tomorrow if you want to discuss expanding that analysis. I don’t offer this to everyone.”