Romantis Novels & Stories

It was not the first time that someone challenged Monarch; not even the previous attempts of Pearce Empire punched through the barrier Monarch had created to preserve itself. Unlike what they thought, Andrea still proceeded with their own commercial and collection launch. Even if Snow Promises – Forever already launched with a snob effect, VNVS’s Cosmic Promises would still enter the market just the same. However, what she first called Fantasy was renamed to Conviction as if sending a message.

"Please come back. Don't disappear again." EXTRA: Remy: *kisses Jasmine in the corner of her lips* Jasmine: BRAT, PUNK, RASCAL, WRETCH! Remy: *calls her Chipmunk* Jasmine: (੭ु ‾᷄ᗣ‾᷅ )੭ु⁾⁾ Remy: *flirts* Jasmine: _(:3 ∠) _ I have raised a rogue

Her lips were muted as she beheld the terrible sight before her, she had given up in body and soul, they were all dead, the creature had gotten to them before her and at this point there was no point in running, it was clear that it was teasing and could get to her no matter how far she was from him. "Summer." A female voice called weakly behind her, she breathed shakily gradually turning towards the direction of the voice. "Bailey... ?" She resigned to her fate as she saw Bailey covered in her own blood, then her eyes followed her as her body dropped to the ground but it wasn't over yet. A growling sound in the woods, the footsteps that got closer, she stared dead into the dark and there sh

I almost never transform so I have no idea how to fight with it' ##############

I step so close our lips are almost touching. "What has never happened?" Her breath wisps against my lips and her scent fills me. "My dragon magic blends with yours." "I'm not a dragon," she replies. No she isn't, but if we mate, she would become a glorious dragon. She interrupts my thoughts when she says, "Just so you know, dragonbreath, I won't sleep with you. Brittlemortis is a sexually transmitted disease." She rears back, turns, and walks away. I stand in stupefaction and almost shout that she's making that up. I clamp my jaws shut and shout, "You plan on walking home?"

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches. "The Witch's Allure," he read under his breath, "a natural pheromonal magic that enhances a witch's charisma. While often mistaken for deliberate enchantment, the allure is an involuntary trait..." An involuntary growl rumbled in his chest. Involuntary. Meaning Rita wasn't doing this to him on purpose. Meaning his father was wrong about— The page tore under his fingers. Nathan cursed, smoothing the parchment. His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct.

With one final thought of gratitude towards her aunt for her unwavering support, Aqua surrendered to the darkness, allowing its gentle embrace to carry her away from the tempest of her thoughts and into the peaceful realm of dreams. As Aqua's eyelids drooped with drowsiness, the rhythmic patter of rain against her window lulled her towards sleep. However, her rest was abruptly interrupted by the sound of rocks clattering against the glass. Startled, she sat up in bed, her heart pounding with apprehension. Peering through the darkness, she made out a figure standing outside her window. It was Damon, his expression etched with worry. Aqua's initial shock gave way to concern as she hurriedly ma

I state irritatingly wondering who could be disrupting our conversation. One of the maids walked in, "Alpha" "Yes?" "The Luna is awake."

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