Romantic Online Reads Novels & Stories

Rome: A drinking get-together during the break ICY: Count us in, babe; we’ll be there. EM ONLINE EM: Hello, buddies! Rome: Hello, how are you today, lovely, handsome as always, I hope? ICY: don’t flirt with another man when I’m here, babe. Are you trying to make me jealous? Rome: you know I only have eyes for you, my love; I dare not think about some other men ICY: that’s more like it {Private chat} EM: you finally came online and not even a hi? How rude! Lonewolf: Hi

"Yes, Babe go on." "You like that?" "Yes lick it more babe, hmm that's it you're hitting the spot." "Love it? Louder babe." "Oh yes, go on!" I am here in the dark garden with the guy, maybe God knows him, but not me. I missed this. It's been weeks since my last. He's so good. We met earlier and decided not to attend the poem reading. Well, this a lot way better than that. He stood up and kissed my neck. He faced me on the ground , I know what he wants. So I bent down , he raised my skirt up to my waist and he unbuckled his pants.

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.

“Minthe deserved to die anyway! Good riddance.” I stare at my phone screen in the dark, blinking slowly while rain hits my apartment window hard enough to sound violent. Midnight passed an hour ago. My ramen cup sits cold on my bedside table. My blanket is twisted around my legs because I’ve been rage-reading this stupid fucking werewolf novel for six hours straight. The Crowned Omega. Worst addiction of my life and a hundred and twenty chapters of bullshit. Pierre Ashbourne is currently kneeling alone in the snow after watching the heroine run into another man’s arms, and the entire internet thinks this is peak romance.

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

He could be seen in his slouchy posture while slowly picked up all the papers on the ground. Loki almost shocked, and sweat, even had a tinge of guilt, whether she would help him or not. She sighed, and went to the man who picked up all the files. Loki apologized and helped him picked up all the papers while she immediately closed her eyes and apologized again for what happened but after she opened her eyes, and held one of the papers. Loki saw a few letters name of a man "N, A, and O". It is shown, Nao is a listed on the certificate who won a game infamous Dark PVP.

The rest of the days were beautiful; the nights, more beautiful and magical. Roxanne waltzed through them in a beautiful halo of happiness. When she wasn't with Jaxon, she thought about him as she read with Grace and Martha, Especially when they read erotic books. It felt like a song, a siren song, pulling her body to his. When she was with him, he was making love to her body in one way or another, with his body, with his words, with his eyes, Or he was f*cking her hard.

“And we spent the entire night staring at scrolling green numbers in a basement while the world ended above us. Romantic, isn't it?” Olivia laughed, a bright, musical sound that seemed to chase away the last remnants of the mansion’s lingering tension. “If your idea of romance is a hundred-terawatt energy surge and a digital duel with a global syndicate, then yes, Terrence. It was the most romantic night of my life.”

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

he trailed off as Roselle shook her head hard and very adamantly. "I'm not bored at all! I really like reading and being by myself." Romeo gave her a long, intent stare, and he stepped so close, so suddenly that Roselle barely managed to catch her breath in surprise. Before she knew it, he was looming over her, his hands already propped against the shelve, caging her within his arms and his lips near her ear. "Are you saying that you like reading and being all alone here than being with me and… kissing?" he whispered in his low, hypnotic voice and Roselle could only part her lips in surprise as her face burned red.