Romantic Series Novels Novels & Stories

“The title was Taming Sunrise. The story is about twins whose bond was tested when a man named Caleb entered the picture. Dawn, the heroine was a man-hater while Caleb was a girl magnet. These two who has an opposite personality has to cease fire to help the other twin – Dusk with her role. This book is filled with humor, romance and… spicy scenes so I do not recommend it to our young readers.” “I think I have a new book to hunt.” She chuckled. “Now, you mentioned the High School Love Affair earlier which was released last month, it was astonishing to see the progress of your book. It was immediately labeled as sold out in bookstores and was announced as bestseller worldwide. What do you fee

His presence filled the room like thick smoke, suffocating yet intoxicating. “What should I offer you?” he repeated, his voice smooth as silk. “You,” I said before I could stop myself. His smirk deepened, and in two strides he was in front of me. His fingers tilted my chin upward, forcing my gaze to meet his. Those eyes burned with something dark, something hungry. “You never fail to tempt me, Jade.” His words brushed my lips like a touch. Before I could breathe, his mouth crashed against mine. The kiss was hot, desperate, claiming. I melted into it, my hands sliding up the firm planes of his chest, tracing every ridge of muscle. He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my s

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

She had been so cold for so long, and now she could feel a burning desire rushing through her, bright and overwhelming. When he lay back on the bed and spoke her name into the quiet, something inside her stirred, soft at first and then insistent. His awareness of her felt like a hand brushing against her soul. Every time he shifted, every time his breath changed, she thought it rippled through her, a quiet pull that made her drift closer without quite meaning to.

he said. I obeyed, moving slower this time, hyper-aware of how his presence filled the space. His scent — dark pine, warm musk, and something wild — wrapped around me until I felt dizzy and aching. By the time I finished the second round, my nipples were tight against my dress and heat throbbed low in my belly. “You may leave,” he finally said, but not before I caught him inhaling deeply, as if drinking me in. The pattern continued. He requested me for the smallest tasks — bringing wine, adjusting curtains, delivering messages. Each time we were alone, the air grew thicker. Each time our hands nearly touched or his voice dropped lower, my body betrayed me with fresh wetness and trembling leg

Now, this series was all about time pass for me if I’m being utterly honest. My more serious works are also part of different series. And all the series below feature ENEMIES TO LOVERS trope. What can I say? I’m a sucker for it. If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex.

“You need to go, Scarlett. Now.” She nodded, her cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and a thrilling, defiant heat. She turned and fled. It did nothing to quell the storm he had unleashed inside her. The memory of the kiss, the possessive grip of his hands, the wrecked sound of his voice, it was too much to process, yet a hunger had been awakened that demanded more. The following week, there was a seminar on power asymmetries in the modern novel felt like a special kind of torture. The subject matter which once would have been a purely intellectual exercise, now felt like a personal, pointed critique.

The whole house was boring and the atmosphere was gloomy, I decided to go into the study, when I was in there with Damon I could recall seeing romance novels on the bookshelf. I am a true lover of romantic novels, they get your spirit high with the sexiness of the male lead and gracefulness of the female but one thing that lacks in all romantic plot is that all are the same, there hasn't been anything new but who cares...... While I checked the bookshelf I notice a couple of erotic novels in there, you should know that I am very happy.