Romantis Novels & Stories

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 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."

Remus’s strongest trait was his talent for manipulation, and he intended to use it fully, “I heard about his predicament, it worried me terribly. So I had asked one of my old friends in the northern realm to give me the antidote to rid Thorn’s veins from the deadly Snow Kiss.” “Since when do you have a friend in wolf land?” Rina asked. “You insult me, my darling sister.” He lied down on a long, fluffy chair, and supported his head with his hands. “Believe it or not, the scar-faced dragon prince has a reputation in many lands.” “That’s true,” Amaya smiled at her son, “Your name is second to none, even the black dragon prince.”

“Dysnomia, daughter of the witch wolf hybrid Althea and the dragon prince Einarr, host of the wolf spirit Pseudea…“ “Now you need to correct him,” Aminta hisses. “Gamma Magnar, my wolf has asked me to set the record straight, her name is Aminta not Pseudea,” while I speak I keep my eyes trained on Zared. When I mention Aminta his eyes go large and a look of shock and anger crosses his face, but he remains silent.

I didn't think twice, I removed my shoes and quickly jumped into the water. Fortunately, am a good swimmer. I swimmed fastly towards the sinking lady. I pulled her out of the water and was stunned by her appearance. She's so beautiful. I leaned close and was more surprised. Oh my..gosh she's my idol and crush, Jenny Wilson, although she doesnt use her real name, i am serious about my crushes , so i did some research, shes the famous dancer who just relocated to Paris a few months ago. She looks so beautiful beyond words.

She reads the text message, frowns: - We need to change the number ... Got it, idiots ... Familiar club darkness, torn apart by pulsating light flashes. Good old trance sounds. Dancing, drunken human sea. Just played Kitsune's favorite song - Illusion*. She even has tears in her eyes. Great song, Tom agrees... trying to change a loved one is the greatest mistake and delusion. Kit is good precisely because she is a Kit and no one else. And she's hotter and sexier than all the girls in this club put together. He likes to watch her dance. She laughs and says she moves like an elephant in a china shop. Asking for compliments...