Romantic Trilogy Novels & Stories

“Both of you. Say it.” Rowan’s jaw clenched. Then, slowly, painfully, he exhaled. “Fine.” His voice was raw. “I feel it. With you. With him.” His gaze flicked to Lucien, bitter but honest. “I hate it. But it’s there.” Lucien’s smile returned, softer this time, almost reverent. “I’ve felt it since the cathedral. Fire. Ice. And the witch between.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “It’s the rarest bond of all—triadic. Forbidden because it cannot be broken.”

''Don't worry, there won't be any threats for a long time to come, so our babies will grow and get a chance to explore this world. ''I can't help it, I just keep thinking that with one enemy defeated there will be a stronger one just waiting for us.'' ''Well, you have the strongest witch by your side and four crazy little offspring who act first, then ask questions later.'' Horatio chuckled at that. ''You are right, we should just live in the moment.'' "Good, now come on let's go play," Scarlet pulled him off the ground. "I love you." He kissed her again. She smiled at him. "I love you too, wolf man."

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

She had both hands pressed flat on the table and her eyes were wide and bright and she looked more awake than she had in weeks. "The quiet one," she said. "Yes." "The one with the journal." "Yes." "The one betrothed to the Thorne girl." "Grandma!" I growled in frustration. “They are all betrothed to the Thorne girls and I do not want to remember that” "I am just making sure I have the right boy, Wren. There are three of them." She picked up her cup again. Took a slow sip. Her eyes dancing excitedly over the rim of it. "How was it?"

She met him halfway. The kiss was not fierce, like their sparring. It was not desperate, like the grip of their hands after the chasm. It was a discovery. A slow, tender mapping of a new and wondrous territory. It tasted of salt tears and hope, of cold mountain air and the enduring warmth of a shared truth. It was a promise, and a defiance, sealed not in a castle’s solar, but on the windswept edge of the world. When they finally broke apart, foreheads resting together, her breath was shaky. “This is impossible.”

"It's one of the best-selling novels this year. The main characters are assassins and mercenaries, which made the book have a lot of blood and gore, and dark humor. The pacing and plot are great as well as the characters. It has a bit of romance, going from enemies to lovers." "Oh." Now, that caught my attention. "Definitely my type of story." I flipped the book to read its description on the back. "That's actually the last of the Agnis Trilogy." She fetched a couple of books from where I pulled the one on my hand and placed both over it. "First is The City of Flame, next is The Kingdom of Blades, and this, of course, is last." She tapped the books one by one. "Ah, thank you for telling, but

-he thought that getting rid of people got caught up, we are going to live in the same building, you bastards, and laughed at us, and we both laughed at her too, we went up and he typed the code on the roof and my mom typed hers so we went up to our destination, we arrived and the elevator door opened in the roofed hall we passed and we entered our new house he carried me on his lap and took me to the room already kissed me, put me on the floor and I looked I saw that the room is full of white and red rose petals all over the room I turned and kissed him, -my love you are always romantic hem, - all this just for your princess, my sleeping beauty, took me in her lap again, took her to bed, an

Aurora just looked at me with a smile and waved me over to sit next to her on the bed. “I cannot tell you what you want to know, Ryan. All I can say is that I know your heart belongs to one another, even if you don’t want to admit it to yourself. The man you must marry has a lot of trusts to build back with you, but he is the one you need. He may not be the one you want right now, but he will be everything you have ever wanted if you just give him a chance.” God this is so frustrating. I hated not knowing who “he” was. A knock sounded at the door before I could ask Aurora any more questions. “Come in,” I shouted, and Kai walked through the door a second later. The look on his beautiful face

He turns to his right then his left, surveying the environment, strategizing his next plan. He needed to escape from these pests of guards. He then pauses, staring at Annabelle. He could feel his heart struggling to fly out of his chest. His eyes were fixated on the owner of his soul. Her long, wavy and blonde hair made Richard's poetic desire erupt. Her forehead is high making her Rosy and plumpy cheek conspicuous. Her white skin and little lips defined desire and ecstasy. She was of strange beauty, one he had never seen before. The exterior part of the castle had granted him his one and only wish, his wish to find true love.