Sci Fi Romance Novels & Stories

Since Loki had her boyfriend. Nao became more listless going to his classes and couldn’t sleep as he kept thinking of her in a few months. Kept thinking and looked at how happy Loki is, when she had relationship with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend looked like a Senior College Student at their University.

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

After, Edward and I look at each other. “Fine, fine, my faults,” Sava responded while rolling her eyes. An hour had passed and was down now on moving Sevi’s bed to its new spot. “Okay, we're just going to push this to there,” he said giving me his instructions. “Noted,” I responded shortly while putting my hands on the left edge of the bed. Accidentally, Edward’s hand also landed on the same spot my hand landed. His hand was at the top of mine. An electric shock runs from my hand to my body. My cheeks are burning red and I can feel a sudden heat of temperature. He slowly turns his eyes on me and we catch our breath as our eyes meet. Chemistry was happening between us at this moment.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

“When hands brushed against each other, I swear, I saw our whole future flash in front of my eyes.” Okay maybe that was dramatic—but it’s how it felt. For a second, everything goes quiet and it’s like that feeling in romance novels when a female wolf describes meeting her mate. Like there’s something more between us. More than work… more than Sarah. Like I’m supposed to be a part of his story… somehow. Rosie scoffed. “Our future? He’s got a wife, remember?” “I know,” I mumbled. “I hope you do. Do you, though? Since when did you get all soft and romantic?”

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

“Because I’ve never felt anything like this before in my life. I’ve never given a damn about anyone besides the two of us. Then Sofia comes along…and I lose my mind. I can have any woman I could possibly want…except her. You think that’s just a coincidence?” “I think you’re upset right now, so you’re jumping to ridiculous conclusions.” Damien was usually the impulsive one, and it was my job to calm him down. But perhaps seeing me lose my mind made him the calmer one. “There’s no way that’s true. I’ll prove it. Did the gypsy say anything else about your future?” “Yeah…that I would marry the woman.” “Really?” he asked. “Well, there you go. You aren’t married, so it’s bullshit.”

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

Ximena pointed to one of them. "Hey, you'll rest here tonight. No matter what you hear, do not leave the coffin." Something told me tonight was definitely not going to be peaceful. Sleeping alone in a coffin did not sound appealing. If anything, one human and one ghost together felt safer. Seeing Ximena lie down in her coffin fully dressed, I climbed in and lay down beside her. "My dear husband?" Her terrifying ghost face suddenly appeared inches from mine. My heart skipped a beat, but I forced myself to speak. "Ximena, on a night like this, how could I let you stay alone?"

Romance is an incredibly fragile thing; it relies entirely on the romantic delusion that feelings are chosen, not programmed in a Petri dish by two desperate scientists trying to secure a government grant. "He’s lying, Kai," Anya whispered, her voice dropping an octave as she snapped her head up to look at me, her eyes filled with pure, unadulterated venom. "He’s trying to ruin what we have because he knows he can't control it. He knows he can't replicate it."