Shangri La Frontier Romance Novels & Stories

My legs trembled, and I gasped his name, over and over, like a prayer. “Say it louder,” he demanded, nipping my earlobe. “Say whose fingers are inside you.” “M-Maverick,” I panted, eyes rolling as pleasure tore through me. “Yours—” “That’s right,” he growled, grinding his hard length against my ass. “Mine.” The pressure built until I couldn’t hold it anymore. I shattered around him, a cry ripping out of me as I came, clenching down on his fingers. My whole body shook, sweat dampening my skin, my reflection wild and undone.

"It's the sanest thing I've done in a decade." "Get back here! That's an order!" I could not help but laugh. "You can't order me around, Francis. I'm not under your spell anymore. Your chains? They're gone." I looked up into his tear-filled eyes. "Take a good look. This is the real me, the one who'd rather die than love you again." "No way!" Francis clutched my hand, pulling with all his might. "Natalie, I saved your life, and that means you're mine forever!"

The part of the poem that read, "I stand on the bridge, gazing at the scenery. The people watching the scenery are watching me." It was not until now that Darren knew that some people came into his life to make his days shine with wonder and to fill his dreams with beauty. Under the endless sky of fireflies, the two people gradually drew closer. It was unclear who was more proactive, in the warmth of their breath, they exchanged a gentle and lingering kiss. When both descended the mountain, they were in a good mood. Back in the courtyard, Darren escorted Hannah back to her room. With a kiss on her forehead, he said, "Hannah, good night. Sweet dreams."

"Why don't you wait at the coffee shop downstairs, Ra?" "I don't have your cellphone number right. Om Ranu doesn't want to give it." Adam almost laughed when he saw Yara's expression and how she looked. Adam was almost certain that the woman in front of him had just ruffled her own hair. Because it is impossible for Yara Karina Candra to let the wind ruffle her hair, let alone other people. "Just wait downstairs, you order what you want, I'll follow later. I want to call my fiancee first."

With her little hands, Claire knocked on the door but no one answered, she figured that Warren must be busy and that's the reason he didn't answer, so she went in on her own. Warren's room was decorated with footballs, comic characters, and guitars. It was a blue, black, and blue bed with cream-colored tiles. Claire took her step gently until she reached the balcony where Warren stood staring at the waters. He was only twelve years old but he already had a handsome features. He had black curly hair, long and stud back well-defined jaws, and blue eyes - as blue as the ocean he was staring at. Looking at him, Claire felt her heart flutter, he was her first crush and she wasn't hoping to let it

She was months away from marrying a Spanish man and yet she spoke no Spanish. I’m not one to talk though I can understand the majority of the language but yet I myself can not speak the language. Lorenzo is basically fluent but never uses the language and Diego, well he’s just too lazy to even try and learn his native tongue.

My glance behind me was the last I saw of my pack. The route to the Red Bone Pack was rough and full of itchy grass. I was dragged on mercilessly and was not allowed a moment of rest. I was supposed to be an alliance 'gift', but the way I was being treated made me rethink what I had agreed to. I tried to act brave for as long as I could pull it off, but soon, I grew tired and slumped to the floor helplessly.

he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned forward, kissing Maradona’s forehead, his lips lingering as she reached up, her hand trembling as she touched his face.“Our girl,” she murmured, her voice weak but full of love, her eyes shining as she looked at the baby. At me.The scene shifted, like a page ripped from a book, and I was standing in the mountain again, but it was different—alive, surrounded by houses, laughter, the scent of pine and smoke. The Iron Fang pack lands, vibrant and whole, not the charred ruins we’d found.