Romantic Fiction Books Novels & Stories

Rest I can guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books; if interested, do give a look over them: Can't help falling in love (Book 1)-Completed Purchased by the Mafia (Book 2)-Completed Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3)-Completed My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4)-Completed ***** Her Unloved Mate (Book 1)- Completed My Bride is not a human (Book 2)-Completed Her Chosen Mate (Book 3)- Completed Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Book 4): Completed

Again, thank you so much, and have a wonderful new year! More Books by me: Under the Moon Series: Book1 - Under the Pale Moon (vampire LGBT+) Book2 - Under the Blue Moon (werewolf LGBT+) Book 3 - Under the Crimson Moon (dragon-shifter LGBT+) Wed to the Alpha (fluffy romance/fantasy/werewolf) I am Not Your Love Story (CEO/richman LGBT+) Adventures of the Crown Series: Book1 - The Purple Wolf and the Enerawyn (fantasy/adventure, hints of LGBT+)

Mitch fucking my cunt, Devon sucking my tits and Hans kissing me. I was lost between them, helpless as a puppet on strings I couldn’t see. Every touch sent sparks racing under my skin, my senses flooding, my thoughts slipping further and further away until all I could feel was them and the way they were undoing me piece by piece. Mitch began to fuck me harder. It made me jolt forward with each thrust but he held me firmly and didn't stop. Hans pulled away from my lips and kissed his way to my neck. He kissed the sensitive skin there and I closed my eyes, savoring the pleasure that pulsed through my core.

Susan blushed, and Alexei tilted his head, curious. “Weird books? Now I’m interested.” “They’re just fiction. Suspense, mystery… Sometimes romance.” She shrugged modestly. “Romance?” He raised an eyebrow. “The sugary kind or the ones that keep you up all night reading?” She bit her lip, thoughtful. “The ones that make you think. I like imperfect characters. Relationships that are built over time. Real feelings, you know?” Alexei’s smile remained, but his eyes grew more attentive. “You don’t believe much in instant passions?”

I said, but I didn’t move away. “Good.” His hand slid to the back of my neck, possessive, and pulled me in. The kiss demanding, I groaned into his mouth, one hand fisting his suit jacket. When we broke apart, both breathing hard, his eyes were darker. “Been wanting to do that since you walked in.” “Fuck,” I muttered. “This is insane. You’re getting married in twenty minutes.” Damien’s grip tightened on my neck, thumb pressing just under my jaw. “The wedding’s arranged. Family expectations. But the second I saw you…” He backed me against the door, body pinning mine. “I’ve been half-hard thinking about bending you over in that bridal suite.”

Hello All You Beautiful People! I hope you've enjoyed the Xena-Axel chemistry so far. I just wanted to drop by and thank you all for reading my books. Also, just a gentle reminder, it is fictional romance and 'mej written by women' at the end of the day. I need to include a few bumps and flaws to ensure the plot and character development is interesting enough to keep you all hooked. I hope you have liked the book so far and continue to enjoy it further.

The book store was right around the corner, enough to let Amy get few minutes of alone time. "what kind of book should I buy? These romantic novels make me feel extremely miserable about my life", she whispered. "Maybe I am on another planet unlike the characters in these books because I have never felt that way about any man before." Truly it was tiring and exhausting reading these books. Apparently, they make her expect things she would never get from Jack, thereby leaving her heart broken.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

Even so, the whole process feels like a battle, and I am already exhausted by the time I have the books in my hands. I still read romantic novels. There is something comforting about them, even if some of the stories hit a little too close to home. Some of the plots are eerily similar to my own life, while others are pure escapism—beautiful, heartwarming tales from start to finish. Sure, the characters face hardships and tribulations, but what always stands out to me is the love and trust between the couples. It is the kind of love that feels unshakable, the kind I used to dream about. Now, I am not so sure if that kind of love exists for me anymore.

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."