Romantic Companionship Novels & Stories

“You know how to reach me in case of an emergency.” “Hey, Paige,” Bertha calls before she can exit. “Any lovey-dovey tonight?” “Come on, you know more than anyone that I’m not a fan of romance,” she replies. “I mean, it’s bad enough that I work with men who find it hard to take me seriously even after proving that I’m ten times smarter than they are. Why I would willingly stick myself to another who only sees me for sex?” “Romance’s not all about sex,” counters Bertha very seriously. “There’s companionship, warmth, and a host of other beautiful experience involved too.”

Truly, a younger lover wanted it all the time, and wanted it in so many ways… Joseph peered at her with seething intent, hands caressing her hips hungrily. "How can it feel so good, just to touch you? I can't get enough… it's like an addiction. No other man is allowed to lay their hands upon you, I trust you understand. You belong to me." Stacy had long known that he was the possessive sort. She gave him a smile and a kiss. "You know I'm yours, and yours alone." They went for several rounds until Joseph was good and satisfied.

“No. We are not monogamous creatures. Jonat only loves me, she cares for Brehm, but it’s different. I care for my companions, but I only love Jonat.” “Companions?” I ask in surprise. He nods, “I had many. Some dragons only wanted one or two, but most fill their bed with as many that will fit.” “And she was okay with this?” “Yes, sometimes she even joined.” “Was everyone willing, or were they forced?” He shakes his head, “Everyone was there of their own free will. The energy we get is of better quality when our companions are willing participants. No one raped their companions.” Well, to each their own, I guess. Who am I to judge? “So, some of the people here are humans, and others are dragon

“How can I be happy if I’m married to a man I don’t love?” “Maybe you’ll love him someday. I did love both of my husbands…just not in a romantic way. We became friends, allies. We became partners. That companionship is much better than a combustive and lustful relationship that runs off emotion rather than logic. I think you’ll like it more than you realize. And the two of you can always have your own arrangement. Make your relationship what you want it to be. Your father had his mistresses, and I was perfectly okay with it.”

“I know you're doing just fine, fucking whoever you want but let's not forget this is MoonCrest. A fuck buddy is different from a mate!” “I don't see how. The rules apply to all,” Rhsy shrugged. “Romantic relationships between males are strictly prohibited.” Asher huffed, “You're a fucking asshole, you know that right? The only reason you're doing whatever you want is because you're a Phantom Wolf. You don't have to bear the consequences, but your partners do.” Rhys smile immediately faded. I could see his jaw tightened from where I peeped. This discussion was fast spiraling into something else.

“Cliché, that actually exists, but it’s a sight, smell, and touch thing rather than seeing them across a crowded room. Much more up close and personal. It builds the longer the couple is together. It’s rare to find the uncontrolled craziness in those things.” “Hmm… Read a lot of these things?” “I have a sister and she’s made it her life’s mission to find every one of them, read them and then critique all the mistakes to anyone who will listen.” That had her laughing and putting her book down to give him and her food her full attention. “What do you believe, then?” “It’s not all about the steamy scenes that a wolf would want. They’re looking for a companion or partner in life. Steamy nights,

I commented, and the Alpha nodded. "And what do you think of that?" "I think it's cute, but it's neither common nor simple. Werewolves aren't usually that elaborate. The mate’s connection pretty much does it all, and when there are marriages without the bond, people go by the book. That's such an alien thing that they don't take it as romance; they take it as something simple. Just like now when the table is this nice, but they don't have any meaning like a date," I said simply.

"My wolf has been so restless since the night of the wedding." "Yeah, mine too," I replied. "I think we've been denying them something that's essential to their well being," Alpha Ian reasoned. "Fated mates need to share some level of physicality," I said, as the realization dawned on me. It was something I knew in practice but now it has become a reality for me. Experiencing something and knowing it in theory were two different things. My relationship with Alpha Ian could never be romantic. But that didn't mean we couldn't have a beautiful bond, something different that was unique to us. I wasn't sure if friendship would be the best term to define us but we didn't need to label it either.

Rowan whispered. “It’s… more than that,” I said, not sure how much I should explain. “Vampires – we have nightmates. It’s like a soul mate, I guess – they’re your one perfect person. And you can sense it, but normally it’s another vampire, so you get down to business straight away. There’s no complication, no courting, no dating. There is nobody better for you out there, and there never will be.” “Wow,” she breathed, leaning both her elbows on the table. “That’s so romantic. And Skye is your – your nightmate?”

he agreed, his voice thick with emotion, "they were truly magical. It's still amazing how those cherished memories can effortlessly transport us back to that incredibly special place in our hearts, where only the two of us exist, bathed in the light of our affection." These shared recollections weren't born of longing for their absent partners, but rather a gentle acknowledgement of the love and happiness they had experienced. As they delved deeper, they found parallels in their romantic journeys, shared values they hadn't explicitly discussed, and a mutual understanding of love's profound impact on their lives.