Romance X Novels & Stories

XD pointed out but Xander rolled his eyes and said, “That was so middle school. You haven’t been with any other girl since then, unless you are still nursing a broken heart.” “I am XD….I don’t do love. I have never and will never fall for any person.That is a promise.” XD said crossing his arms across his chest as Xander said, “You would be surprised, you will meet the love of your life sooner than you would even expect. And when that time comes you owe me a house and five cars.” “Deal.” XD said as Xander turned to grin at him.

Xavier laid her gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he leaned down and kissed her again, this time with more passion. Anna’s hands found their way into his hair as she responded eagerly, her heart pounding with excitement. Every touch, every kiss, felt like a promise—one that they were both ready to keep. As their kisses deepened, Xavier whispered against her lips, "I love you, Anna. I’ve waited so long for this moment." Anna smiled, her heart overflowing with happiness. "I love you too, Xavier. More than I ever thought possible." He walked lustfully to her and unbuttoned his shirt revealing his broad chest tattoo with a cross. He looks super hot, Anna drooled over him.

“Wait—what?” Even Xavier’s brows furrowed slightly, his phone lowering. “Romance-themed?” Marco’s smile widened, clearly enjoying our reactions. “Yes. Holding hands, soft gazes, leaning in… maybe even a kiss for one or two shots.” I felt heat instantly creep into my cheeks. “A kiss? Marco, are you serious?” He shrugged like it was no big deal. “You’ve both signed contracts. And—” He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone, and began scrolling. “Let me show you something.”

he said he and accelerated the exit into me. "Ohhh" "Ugh ugh" "fuck you delicious ugh" "ohh shif faster" "tight tight you ugh" "Ohhh" "Ahh Ahh Ahh" "ugh" "fuck your tight" You hear nothing in the room but a whole growl and a moan. A moment later we were both reached our orgasm. "I love you" I said "I love you too and the starry night witness how much I love you" he said. end :) A/N: Don't forget to rate this story! Merry Christmas!

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

she asked lightly. “Yes.” “Romantic.” His gaze flicked up briefly. “Hold still.” He rolled her sleeve carefully. The graze ran along her upper arm, shallow but angry. “It’s nothing,” she said. “It’s not nothing.” His fingers were steady as he cleaned the wound. But his breathing wasn’t. She noticed. “You’re shaking,” she said quietly. “I’m not.” “You are.” He stopped moving. For one second. Then continued. “I don’t react well,” he said evenly, “when people I care about are shot.”

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.