Romantic Short Stories Online Novels & Stories

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

I told him I wasn’t the one begging for distance every time things got real. The motherfucker left the next morning after we fucked for two hours straight and I still wasn’t satisfied. Trust me, the hours weren’t the problem—I just couldn’t get enough of it. He didn't grind my pussy as much as I'd fantasized it. He barely even touched the surface. What a waste! My fourth boyfriend didn’t even give an explanation. He just stopped replying to my messages after a night he called “perfect.” That night barely even beat what my hands could do for themselves. How could he call that ‘perfect’?

Elara ran her fingers through Rowan’s damp hair, both of them breathing hard. “Small town’s gonna hear us one of these nights,” Elara whispered with a tired laugh. Rowan smirked against her skin, nuzzling closer. “Let them. You’re mine. And I am yours. Heat or not.” She kissed Elara slowly and deeply, tasting everything they’d done. Outside, the moon hung heavy through the trees. Rowan’s body was already twitching again, wolf heat still burning. “This is just the beginning,” she murmured, fingers sliding back between Elara’s legs, stroking through the mess.

Am I supposed to be enjoying this? ‎How did he know I loved getting tied up? ‎ ‎Ryan obviously didn't care for her answer as he swiftly pulled her pyjamas shorts down revealing her tiny red g-string. ‎ ‎"F**k! I've imagined this p***y in so many ways, Elena" He pulled down the shorts from her legs and took a deep sniff. ‎ ‎"Dammit Elena! You smell glorious... So f*****g good, I could eat you all day" he said as he took another long sniff from her shorts before dropping it beside her head.

She told him but just that night, as if warning her that things wouldn't be alright the raven came back and sat on the tree outside her window. Angelica watched it for a long while but it didn't fly away. Getting out of her bed she went to the window. She looked outside and watched the darkness that fell over her town. Then she looked up and far away. She saw the cursed castle standing proudly on the hill. People called it the wolf's den because they said anyone who went to the castle never came back. They were eaten by the big hungry wolf living there.

No matter what, but this can make Gwen angry everytime and still she haven't found if it was true or not. ........... Please ignore any mistakes as I write stories in my phone. Next story, A strange love story. Some of you have read it but don't worry as from 1 Oct I will update all new stories and I will also be open for your suggestions. Tell me what kind of story do you want, CEO, mafia, werewolf or other. Tell me in review section. ..................

Her oral skills were highly developed and she came to the group already indoctrinated by the ridiculous revelations of a popular series of "Vampire" stories. They were well written and attracted the devotion of a number of disaffected young people to the romantic elements of vampirism. Lafitte had not hesitated to give the beautiful young girl the fang of creation. His long cock buried in her tight young pussy was treated to her violent changing life-force opening her core to his vampire seed. He had done that on several occasions and he never tired of the stimulation that replenished his sexual energy. Lafitte made a habit of tasting the pretty girl's blood early each morning before the sun

Kai smiled sleepily, clenching around the cock inside him. “You. Every day. Every night. More of this. And maybe… one day I want to hack the world together. As your equal. As your collared husband.” Damien’s arms tightened possessively around him. “Done. The empire is ours now.” Outside, the city lights glittered like stars. Inside, two broken men had found their perfect, dark salvation. Ninety days had ended. Their real life — chained, collared, and completely in love — had just begun.

His breath carried a hint of mint and unspoken desire, his tongue pushing past my lips with a hunger that consumed me. I couldn’t help but moan, the sound muffled by his fervent embrace as I gripped his hair, drawing him nearer. “Mm,” I whimpered into the kiss. “You taste like temptation,” he murmured against my mouth. “And I’ve been losing this battle since the day you walked in.” His hands began a restless, frantic path over my body, tracing the curve of my hips and the line of my thighs. “The door…” I gasped, my head spinning. “Ryan, the door is…”

She kissed him harder, pouring all her pent-up emotions into the connection, the frustration of the day dissolving into pure, romantic desire. Time seemed to stretch and slow. They explored each other with hands and mouths, learning what made the other sigh or gasp. Mark's fingers traced patterns on her skin, gentle and worshipful. Claire's nails grazed lightly down his chest, eliciting shivers from him. Every touch felt meaningful, every kiss a promise of more.