September May Romance Novels & Stories

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode five🌹🌹 .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. I pulled her into my arms the minute we got to a secluded place. I can’t seem to get enough of her but there’s another thing that’s been bothering me. Once we mate,there’s a possibility that she might become pregnant, she’s human after all. I led her into the cave which was beautifully adorned with several flowers and ornaments.

His eyes still lined with silver as he gave her a smile, filled with so much awe and so much love, that Sephora almost felt her legs give way from under her. "My love." Ambrose whispered, before leaning down to kiss her. Sephora moaned against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him hard enough to remind herself that she wasn't dreaming, that he was really here with her. Ambrose didn't kiss her gently. His mouth was rough and hard, demanding, as though he was reminding himself that Sephora was really here too. Sephora fisted her hands in his hair, which was rough with dirt and sand from battle, as she brushed herself against him even more, wanting to feel

The world outside ceased to exist, melting away into the background as they immersed themselves in the profound unity of their love. Every minute they spent together was a testament to their shared affection, their small world wrapped within a quilt, cloaked under the darkness of the night, illuminating with their love. Every touch, every gaze was a silent promise of more to come, a naive yet passionate reaffirmation of their love. Theirs was a tale filled with intoxicating romance, laughter and shared dreams, setting a romantic benchmark for Sunena and Peter. In the warm, dimly-lit tranquility of their private space, Haider and Ameera found themselves wrapped in warmth, their bodies pressin

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

Otherwise, we’ll get caught. But he has plans now. “What type of plans?” “I am going to sweep you away, wife.” ** The beginning of a romance is like the first note of a symphony, a promise of adventures to come and emotions to be explored. It's a magical moment when two souls cross paths in a universe full of possibilities. At that instant, time seems to stretch, and the world around fades away, leaving space only for the protagonists of this story about to be written.

In that enchanting moment, they are suspended in a world of their own, where their names intertwine and their souls resonate. The soft touch of his words lingers in the air, awakening a sense of longing and possibility. Audrey's breath quickens, her emotions swirling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She can't help but be captivated by Kalix's presence, yearning to explore the depth of the connection they share. As they gaze into each other's eyes, time seems to stand still. In that soft moment, they both understand that something beautiful is unfolding between them—a romance waiting to blossom and unfold its petals in the most delicate and heartfelt way.

I took the phone with numb fingers. The photo was everything I had imagined in my worst moments and somehow still worse for being real. A restaurant — low light, candles, the kind of place you go when you want to make someone feel chosen. Julian and Selene sat close, his arm draped behind her, her head tilted toward his shoulder. They looked the way couples look when they’ve stopped performing for the camera and the camera catches them anyway. Intimate. Settled. Real. Selene’s caption read: Me and my man on a romantic date 😩🤭

"To be my shield, my equal, and my heart. To the end of the world." They didn't need a priest. They didn't need a crowd. Their witness was the fire and the blood on their hands. Julian pulled her in, and they kissed—a slow, deep, and agonizingly sweet seal on a covenant that was finally, truly their own. It was the most romantic moment of their lives, and it took place in the middle of a massacre. "Now," Julian said, pulling away just enough to look into her eyes. "Let's go find a place where the roses are red, not black."

I kept scrolling and then I saw something that made me stop. An engagement photo. Adrian was smiling. Actually smiling. It didn’t look like the one I’d managed to coax out of him in the club. This one reached his eyes and it changed his entire face. He looked different. Happy. His arm rested comfortably around Dylan’s waist, a ring gleaming on his finger. The caption read; “He said yes.” The date made me pause. It was less than a year ago. I met Adrian in the bar only a week ago.