Romantic Short Stories Online Novels & Stories

*makes sobbing noises* Thank you for your time and patience and for diving into the world of werewolf stories that I created, where sometimes it’s best to accept that not all love deserves a second chance (or a third). Just like the common saying that says "The grass is greener on the other side", in my werewolf stories collection you can also find that sometimes, the moon is brighter on the other side—and that pertains to the idea that a brighter future can be found in someone else’s eyes. Anyway, keep reading more books (even if it’s not mine). Also, if you’d like to read a sneak peek of my next werewolf romance fantasy collection, just scroll down.

I’ve read a lot of things in my ten years of teaching. Late-night essays, drunken rants passed off as “creative expression,” confessions disguised as poetry. But none of them ever made my cock hard. Until hers. Until Mira Callahan handed in her extra credit assignment. It was a short story, printed neatly in 12-point Times New Roman, double-spaced like I asked. But the first sentence hit like a punch to the gut: “He wasn’t supposed to touch her, but he wanted to. And when she leaned back on his desk and spread her legs, he forgot what ‘supposed to’ meant.”

Feelings grew between the two in the weeks that followed, trying as much as possible to spend most of their time together and especially naked. The long running sweet, sexually fulfilling fairy tale that had been their life for the last one month was, however, cut short. A happening they both knew was beyond their control. Promises were made, more passionate romantic sexual escapades happened and teary, that said goodbye. Only this spelled a new doom awakening in their lives.

I gratefully let it sweep me under, unsure if I’ll be able to walk out of here whole. I blink awake at the crack of dawn with my face to the ceiling, recounting the last events of my downturned life. From being snatched off the road by a raving animal, to being claimed by another. Mate. Just one word and it makes my blood boil with deep-seated rage. Reading about fantasies must have knocked me upside the head so bad. I must have been a fool to wish for a love like in those fantasy books? Twenty-four year old and I can’t distinguish lies woven into literature.

Deep throated, eyes on his. He entered missionary, face to face. Thrust deep, gazes locked. "I love you, Elena," he whispered. Tears pricked. "Love you too." Taboo love, but real. We came together, bodies joined. Held tight after, hearts beating one. But as night fell, a call came. His business partner, urgent meeting. He left reluctant, promising soon back. Alone, I wondered. This bliss, how long? Dark desires grew, and I can’t bear it.

I picked a thriller, but as it started, Ryan stretched out, his arm draping behind me. His thigh brushed mine, and sparks shot through me. I could smell his clean soap scent, mixed with something masculine that made my mouth water. Halfway through, the plot twisted into something steamier. The main characters, a couple on the run, ended up in a motel room. The screen filled with them kissing, hands roaming. The woman pushed the man against the wall, her fingers tugging at his shirt. He growled and flipped her around, yanking her skirt up. My breath hitched as he exposed her ass, spanking it lightly before sliding his hand between her legs.

A dream I don’t want to let go of yet. After being in the cold for so long, the warmth that caresses my skin right now feels like the gentle touch of a caring lover. The air smells faintly of pine smoke and something masculine, which makes me believe this is a man’s place. My eyes orient, and I notice I’m in a cabin. The wooden paneling has been done so well that the heat is conserved well in here. It looks so cozy, like one of those cabins straight out of P*******t. I can hear the gentle crackle of fire somewhere, and I assume that’s where all this warmth is coming from. Oh my god! Have I been kidnapped by one of those prince charming from romance stories? I giggle at that absurd thought, b

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent, Breeding, Public/Car Sex, Sensory Deprivation (Blindfolding), Primal Play, Overstimulation, Graphic Sexual Content. I didn't wait long. By noon, I was at her apartment door, my knuckles rapping a steady, "concerned" rhythm against the wood. My inner beast was pacing, his claws scratching at the back of my ribs. The scent coming from under the door was intoxicating-it was the smell of a female in peak estrus, a pheromonal explosion triggered by the supernatural seed I'd pumped into her hours ago.

Rafe came again, filling her rear channel with another load before pulling out and watching his cum leak from both her well-used holes. They lay tangled together among the silk scarves and crystals, the distant sounds of the sleeping carnival drifting through the night. Rafe kissed her shoulder softly. “Stay with me tonight.” Luna smiled, glowing with satisfaction. “I’m not going anywhere.”

solid, and spilled about the festival afterglow, alone in her bunk fantasizing about the band, fingers between her legs to their music. Guys went quiet, breaths heavy. "Fuck," Kai muttered. "That's hot."Theo lost again, shucking his jeans, leaving him in tight boxers, bulge obvious. Alice's eyes lingered. The ritual shifted. Jax upped it. "New rule. Winner touches the storyteller wherever." His hand slid higher on her leg, under the hem of her shorts, fingers teasing inner thigh. She gasped soft but didn't pull away. Heart hammered.Rico claimed the next win with a Berlin hotel story, threesome in the jacuzzi, tits floating, cocks sliding everywhere. He picked himself as reward, turning to A