Sandra Brown Romance Novels Novels & Stories

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"…so… why did you even sleep with me back then?" Noru smirks and grabbed Toma on the hair to pull his face to his crotch. "I was curious about it, just like you. And I never thought that we'll both get addicted by the idea of fucking each other. It was you who gave me the opportunity of learning this kind of sex… since girls were starting to get boring." "So it was still about sex." Toma thought there's another reason. "Yeah, but you know, since you were my first guy…" Noru's thumb traced Toma's lips, then tried to touch Toma's tongue. "…you hold a special space in my heart."

“You don’t remember, do you? Last night we finally merged. Our twin flames ignited. Our souls fused when I filled you.” She blinked rapidly, trying to pull away, but I held her firm. The mirrors multiplied us in endless pairs locked together. “Damien, stop. We were drunk. That was… we can’t—” I cut her off with a deep kiss, my tongue invading her mouth while my free hand slid down to cup her breast, pinching the nipple hard. “Can’t? Serena, feel it. Look around.” I forced her head to turn, making her stare at the reflections. Dozens of Damens dominated dozens of Serenas. “Our bond is supernatural. Without my cock claiming this pussy every single day, your soul will fracture. You’ll wither in

I push open the door, still happy about Camilla's crumbling resolve but the sight inside stops me dead in my tracks. Sandra. Sprawled across my bed, wearing nothing but a scrap of black lace lingerie that leaves little to the imagination. Her long legs are stretched out, one hand propped behind her head, a sultry smile playing on her lips like she thinks she’s in some cheap romance novel. The sight would have set my blood racing months ago—hell, it did,for years,back when I first pulled her into my dark world. But now? Now it just makes my skin crawl with irritation, like ants marching under my flesh.

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“Hey, woman! Come back here! Don’t run away!” •• As Loki ran fast from that blond haired man and never thought she forgot her shoes and her I.D card also dropped off. Then she ended up going back to her place and searched anywhere to find both of her I.D card and shoes. She sighed and ended up buying new shoes at the near shop. “Damn. it's blond guy's fault” as she grinned her teeth in anger. 'It was a gift from my ex but maybe that's the sign of our relationship is ended forever.’ She thought as her eyes tears fall.

Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati

“I won’t say a word, girl. Between you and me, Huck Finn isn’t nearly as exciting as Mr. Darcy. Just don’t tell your mother I approve of your stealing her romance novels.” “I won’t.” Nanna gestured to the book. “Has he kissed her yet?” I nodded happily. “It’s my favorite part.” “Mine too.” She winked. Our dorm door opened, snapping me out of my inner musings, and Sandra came bursting in in an explosion of fiery hair. “You have to make me ill or something. Or pretend I am. Or – oh! Cover me in face paint,” she babbled, slamming the door and pressing her back against it.

They cherished every moment together, cherishing the spontaneity and thrill of their evolving romance. One afternoon, they found themselves in a quaint bookstore, surrounded by the scent of old books and the soft rustle of pages. Ryan picked up a book from the shelf and handed it to Sandra. "You might like this one," he said, his eyes twinkling with warmth. Sandra took the book, examining the cover with a smile. "You know me so well," she remarked. He chuckled, pulling her closer. "I'm trying my best." As they perused the shelves together, Sandra spotted a worn-out copy of her favorite childhood book. Her eyes lit up, and she immediately reached for it, her heart swelling with nostalgia.