Romantic Sci-fi Books Novels & Stories

She would however change the topic whenever I probed. 'Scarlett. ' She warned when I stretched my arm to pick it up. ‘ If I am a warlock like you claim then I need to know. ' No matter how hard I tried to turn around and face Astra, my eyes remained glued on the book. It was as if it's presence was compelling me to open it and go through every page. A wooded box sat beside it, catching my attention all of a sudden. I closed my eyes to shove down the itch, to regain control over my emotions. ' Yes Scarlett, it is a book of spells, written by different warlocks over the years. '

She exhales hard before looking back at me. “My brother has never let fate, or the goddess, or anyone other than himself rule his life. And I know—for a fact—that he would, no questions asked, reject his mate if she wasn’t the one he wanted.” I shut my eyes, swallowing hard as hope tries to bubble its way up into my chest like champagne. Because I’ve seen the bond. Alex and Nova. Nate and Selene. Alpha Charles and Luna Isla. It’s obsession. Gravity. Something ancient and completely undeniable.

Amidst the celestial blooms, a dance unfolded—a dance that mirrored the eons of cosmic passion, transcending the boundaries of mortal existence. As we twirled in the cosmic waltz, a silent understanding bloomed between us—a shared destiny written in the stars. The interdimensional rift pulsed with the echoes of our connection, casting a radiant glow upon the intertwined threads of love and cosmic destiny. In this astral haven, the readers witnessed a celestial romance unfolding, the ethereal connection between the wanderer and me becoming an integral part of the cosmic tapestry.

The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive. Without thinking, Verena sat down in the nook by the window and used the full moon as her light. She began to read from the book. "Seriona," she read the name written as the title of the first chapter. The story was captivating, and she was drawn in by the tale of werewolves. It was about a pack, led by their king, Lucas, who were cursed by a powerful witch named Seriona to only be alive inside the book. They were inside their own world where they could no longer harm humans, and the world was called Lunaria. The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the em

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

Everything else was decoration. I had already read through all of the new books Nala had bought me. Every single one. Earlier that afternoon I had finished a romance novel with a Stockholm syndrome trope that had left a strange, sour taste in my mouth. The heroine had fallen for her captor in a slow, inevitable spiral that the author framed as destiny. It had felt like a fairytale version of the nightmare I was currently living. Clean. Romantic. Resolved by the final chapter with declarations and soft lighting. Reality did not work like that.

they all crystallized into this one perfect point. I had her. She had me. As we broke the kiss, I could feel her heartbeat against mine, strong, steady, alive. And I knew that together, we would face anything..vampires, wolves, darkness, whatever came next. I would fight for her. I would fight for us. Rose POV (At The Honeymoon) The sun was dipping low over the horizon, painting the sky in a riot of golds and crimsons, the kind of colors that made everything feel like it was glowing from the inside.

His darting eyes scanning her exposed skin like a predator ready to hunt. "I am here to help you as your therapist." Those caring mercury eyes looking for a single ray of hope. "Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty. Read the book in next chapter.

5. Skylar Fireworks! In all truthfulness, I never dreamt of a day like today. How could life be so good? When my and Pietro's lips meet, I see fireworks explode as if on a new year's eve. It is beautiful and magical and …. Let's just say it isn't anything I had ever expected. His lips are soft and warm and I sit there in a daze first before I react. When I do and match him, I know I am gone and I ain't coming back from this.

But obliging my curiosity, she tilted the cover and let me read the title. “How to lose an alien prince in 30 days?” I read out loud, frowning. “Sci-fi?” I’d pegged her as more of a murder/mystery myself. “No, romance,” she replied, never taking her eyes off the page. I tried to hide my surprise. She didn’t look like the type of woman who believed in “knights in shining armor” or “love conquers all”. She looked rational, strong, and independent. But it had me wondering what she DID believe in…