Romantic Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

The angel responded with a chuckle. “I believe the word is romantic,” I bowed like a gentleman and smiled. “Care to fuck, gentleman?” “You’re the worse.”

into his mouth, the cheese powder staying in his finger then it licks its one by one, his eyes never leaving The volleyball game on the television. "When you met your meet, how.....how does it feel?"he asks me. "I don't really know how to describe it,"I said. It's true. I don't even know how to put it into words, all I know is that Rebecca Thompson is my mate and no one else. I guess I could use the romantic statements, or what, found in most romance books. : Sing the love of your life is going

“Oh my God .. why did such good and lovely women like Imam and Aniya marry dangerous men like Wahaj and Affan .... ??” “Probably because of intense love ... this will be the reason ... otherwise who has a bad mind to live with rotten and stiff people like them.” Heer looked at Aniya and said in her heart that she was busy writing equations. “Surely this is the love that binds them together ... Anyway they say no.” "Love is blind" She spoke under her breath and then Aniya wrote a question and attracted all of them. “You all have 20 minutes, to solve all these questions ...” She pointed to the whiteboard and said.

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

“This cold-blooded and blind man, I’ll punch him every time I see him. Until no one would be able to recognize him.” The corner of Christina’s lips lifted into a grin. “You talk like you’re a one-woman man!” “I’m a fickle lover because I haven’t met the one I love. If I meet her, I’ll definitely be the world's most loyal man to her!”

His tongue invades my mouth, and I melt against him, my body singing under his touch. The bond between us roars to life, an inferno of need, and I feel him, his desire, his fury, his terrifying, all-consuming love. Then A hand fists in my hair. Dominic wrenches me back, breaking the kiss. Adrian snarls, but Dominic ignores him, his gaze locked onto mine. He whispers in my ear "You don’t just belong to him, little wolf." His free hand slides down my chest, his fingers brushing the lightning mark. The contact sends a jolt through me, my nipples tightening painfully. "You belong to me too."

I always liked happy endings I am not a fan of sad or tragic endings so yeah. I already mentioned the book will be a little realistic mixed with fantasy so it was always on you to read it despite the warnings. Dark romance having a tag of forced love mostly has this type of story trope so, of course, you started this story with an open mind. You should know what you’re reading through tags and warnings which I gave many times. It was always your choice.

Bridget laughed evilly, clearly enjoying what was happening to her poor friend. "I bet she'd have kiss marks all over," Ivy added more to the naughty discussion. Ivy and Bridget giggled at the thought, they really had the wildest imagination of all. This was probably due to the fact that these two were both fans of Love Love Me: Intense Romance, a popular novel site where handsome, possessive characters usually had a deep and intense love for their beloved and caged them with their undying love for the other through intense physical activities. Definitely, they were intended for adult audiences. "I'm just worried they'd fight because of us," Dianne, the most rational among the group, looked

“They were bothering me about my refusal to take a wife and father an heir. I refused… because I have already found my destined mate.” He took another step. A slow, deliberate game of cat and mouse. “That’s good, Your Highness,” I said carefully. “You should follow your heart.” He ignored my words completely. “Do you want to know who my mate is?” he asked, looking straight at me. I felt very small. I nodded once. “You are my fated mate, Scheur.” His voice was low and absolute. “I have fought it. But your scent calls to my wolf like nothing else ever has.”

" In the backseat, Stacy listened in on all this in sullen silence. Apparently, Joseph was the sort of guy who made countless romantic gestures for the girl he liked, and never missed even the tiniest details. In the rearview mirror, she could see that his ears had gone red. Charlotte was bringing up stories from ages ago… did he still feel so strongly about those moments, even now? But then again, this was his first love, innocent and pure. They arrived at a pub, and Stacy found herself a hiding place in the corner. Meanwhile, Joseph took a seat beside Charlotte, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. He shrugged off his jacket and handed it to her, so she could use it as a