Romantic Fantasy List Novels & Stories

And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private. "This is our most popular section," Edward said, noticing my reaction. "Romance readers are loyal. And they buy a lot of books." "I can see that." Next to it was fantasy. Then a section labeled "Romantasy" that made my heart skip. Sarah J. Maas. Jennifer L. Armentrout. Rebecca Yarros. All my favorites, beautifully displayed. "You read?" Edward asked. "Yeah. A lot, actually." "What genres?" "These, mostly." I gestured to the romance and fantasy sections. "Dark romance. Romantasy. Anything with morally gray characters and impossible love stories."

In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals. As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Ross driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Kim and give up on my stupid fantasies. I'd been watching and writing too much p**n lately. I minimized the screen on "Special" and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group. As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Ross would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not onl

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His voice made me jump, “What is your name woman?” My lips came unglued and I managed to choke out, “Fantasy, but please don’t call me that. I hate it.” “Okay, what do you go by then?” He queried with amusement tingeing his tone of voice. “Tasy.” I whispered out as I felt the heated wetness of a male’s erotically appointed appendage press into the lips of my opening from behind.

For the first hour after going to bed, Guy Hamilton had dominated her thoughts. And slowly, dreamily, those thoughts had turned into the kind of daft fantasy she’d enjoyed in her teens, especially during boring geography lessons. She would just happen to be walking down the street at home when her favourite pop star would just happen to be driving past. A dog would just happen to run into the road and he would swerve and nearly hit her, and she would fall gracefully to the pavement. The gorgeous hunk would leap from his Maserati, scoop her up and carry her to her house, from which her parents would just happen to be conveniently absent for the entire weekend.

Both the pre-ruin and the post-ruin, I wasn't ready for any of it. My movements came to a halt when my gaze flitted across the street and landed on the poster of the new Fantasy series I had been waiting on; All the Beautiful Things. It was a trilogy. All the beautiful things are red, All the beautiful things are gold, and All the beautiful things are black. It was more like Romantasy actually. A wide grin crept up my face and I looked sideways, before slipping towards the bookstore even though I knew there was no car in sight. Volxe bookstore.

I shivered the moments the words left his mouth, my gaped pussy clenching. “I need you to fuck your boyfriend how you would want him to fuck you” he said easily but my body tensed, not because he had said something wrong but because he literally said my fantasy. He wrapped a hand around my neck gently in a show of dominance and whispered, “I could read your nasty thoughts as you stood in the doorway earlier” he casually said but a shiver ran down my spine as he straightened.

We could deal with the rest of the world later. Last night was perfect. I smirk at the perfect memory that is now seared into my brain. Every moan and sigh is burned into my mind like a sirens song. I almost laugh. Callie isn't a siren. Selene is! But Callie is a witch. I suppose that means she has me under her spell... The way she quivered under my touch. The way she made my heart race with need from a single kiss. The way our bodies fit like two long lost pieces begging to be brought together.

Alistair lay back on the bed with his hands behind his head, a laugh escaping his lips as he did. "My name is Alistair, King Alistair. Some call my Sire, or brother, son, nephew, even uncle. You are in a land called Cinquieme Royaume. It is in the fifth dimension where vampires exist, and you are here because you are my bride. Or, as humans would say, we are soulmates." Alistair looked at October, watching for her reaction. October said nothing, but moved closer to Alistair, so they were only inches apart. She could feel his heavy, cool breath chilling her skin.

~ KATALEYA ~ My eyes widen. “With enough lights to keep any trouble away,” he says, kissing the top of my head. He really is a romantic, and I love it. I smile as we enter the clearing, the sound of the waterfall is welcoming, but it’s the entire ambience and set-up that takes my breath away. There’s a large canopy bed facing the lake surrounded by lanterns. The water also glitters with twinkling glowing orbs beneath the surface and floating petals which aren’t getting washed away despite the waterfall. There are lanterns floating in the air and I realise it's magic.