Romantic Online Novels & Stories

And we can look at instances such as - calling yourselves romantic names rather than your real names". I scoffed and almost laughed and Ryan noticed. Romantic names indeed. "Yes - it's one of the spices of a relationship. You shouldn't just go ahead calling each other by your names. You can make use of something like baby, sugar, sweetheart, love, and all that..." "Ma'am" I suddenly cut in and raised my hand. Oh, God! I didn't even realize when I did that. "Yes ma'am Bethel? Do you have something to say?" The counselor asked and I slowly stood up.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

“That’s because it is.” “You painted it?” “I did.” Evelyn looked back at the painting, then at him again. “You’re talented.” Mateo bowed slightly. “Thank you.” That was the moment he stepped into her story. Mateo was unlike anyone Evelyn had ever met. He was spontaneous. Unpredictable. Creative. Where Lincoln had been structured and logical, Mateo was chaos and color. One evening he called her at midnight. “Come outside,” he said. “Why?” “Just trust me.”

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

"So do you. It's a shame it's all pretense." His smile was shallow, never reaching his eyes. "Not all of it," he replied. As the city lights shimmered around them, Serena pondered just how real this façade of romance might become. But as their car drew into the hotel driveway, Serena's phone suddenly buzzed. She glanced at the screen and froze. From an Unknown Number: "You have no idea who you're dealing with, Serena. Back off-while you still can." Her breath hitched. Damien noticed the change in her expression.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

I reached out with my left arm, wrapping my broad hand around the back of Noah’s waist, dragging his hips flush against mine right in the center of the ice circle. Noah let out a shaky breath, his free hand coming up to rest flat over my bare neck, his thumb smoothing over my pulse point. I felt his Omega instincts surrender completely to my Alpha hold, his breath hitching as I pulled him flush against my chest pad. The biological claim between us exploded across the arena floor, a wild alignment of sea salt and dark cedar that completely overpowered the smell of ice wax, rubber mats, and stale sweat. I leaned down, my mouth capturing his in a deep, slow, and possessive kiss that shattered e

Rita’s POV: At this time, Wolf went online. I immediately sent in a passage. “Wolf, you are finally online? I miss you so much.” “What’s the matter!” he replied. Snow: “You guess.” Snow: “I want to ask you something. Do you have an alternative account called Rican Love Ailina?” Wolf: “No.” Seeing his answer, my eyes lit up. I immediately took a screenshot of the conversation and quickly posted it on the forum.

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"Even if I hate it. You're fucking mine." The dark, possessive words pushed me over the edge. With a loud, broken cry, my body shattered into a million pieces, climaxing violently around his length as the mate bond flooded my brain with paralyzing pleasure. A second later, Kael let out a deafening roar. He drove his hips forward one last, brutal time, burying himself to the hilt. His Lycan knot swelled instantly at the base, locking our bodies together as he released his hot, thick seed deep inside my womb, claiming my biology in the most primal way possible.