Shifter Romance Books Novels & Stories

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes smoldered and her lips rounded into a beautiful 'O' perfect for? "You've got to be kidding me. You have a boner!" An unfortunate aspect to the life of a shifter: nakedness, because clothes were such fragile, easily lost items. Rule number five in the guy shifter hand book, though? Unless you can do something about it, pretend you don't see the erect evidence. Ignoring his wildly inappropriate hard on ? her fault, she turned him on after all in the first place ? he forged ahead. "There is nothing wrong with a virile male showing appreciation of a pleasing female form in the most visible compliment available."

‘Think of me.’ Grayson sent out through their link when he saw her appear in the window to watch him drive away. What an arrogant prick, she thought, but thought of him all afternoon, anyway. Reading about her parent’s story made her re-evaluate her relationship with Grayson. Was kismet real? Were people, humans, shapeshifters, and witches fated to have one true love? Was there such a thing? I am a werewolf. This sentence was still hard for Brianna to comprehend, especially when she couldn’t shift independently.

Each thrust becomes rougher and deeper than the last. The more aggressive I become, the more she seems to like it. The woman on my bed is no longer the cheeky, snarky Sarah I got to know; she's an absolute mess, eager to be destroyed. I let go of her right hip, still holding her down, and slide my hand to her breast. I move my hips as if my life depended on it while my finger captures her nipple and twists it, eliciting a loud moan from the gorgeous cat shifter.

My cheeks burned with barely contained anger. “But for real, it’s being wasted on Scheur,” Margo said. She never hid her past relationships with werewolves. “If it was me, I wouldn’t just try to date him — I’d use him to better my life. He’s rich. Raise your power while you can.” “Nah, you’re telling the wrong person,” someone else said. “Scheur is too much of a goody-two-shoes to do anything.” More giggles. I stood up, took my tray, and walked away without answering.

“Laura… I… Can’t…Breathe.” “Crud, I’m SO sorry.” She finally released me but kept me in her arms just at arm’s length, looking me over. “I hate to say it Chicka, but you look good. Like, way good…” She trailed off while still inspecting me head to toe, I crossed my arms feeling a little unsure as to what was happening…almost forgetting the book I had in my hand, and for the first time since leaving the library I took the time to inspect what Mina had handed me. “Shifters” was the titled, I bit back a snort, real original title. The book was bound in old leather and the binding had seen better days, the pages stained in yellows and almost browns. Some of the pages seemed to be bent over with

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

A small shiver danced down Brandons spin as he recalled having Ezekiel's warm gentle hands skinning along his chest, caressing old scars, sharing affection in a way Brandon hadn't known before. It was maddening...but the view overall wasn't totally without its perks. Most of the time he caught himself.....just looking at the Guardian. The Shifter was sinfully attractive. He always was, but Brandon felt the pull to look at him most when they were alone and when the Shifter smiled so carelessly and kindly as he worked. Standing in his plaid sleeveless shirt with low riding jeans and boots in the sunlight that turned his blue eyes into glassy jewels it was a losing battle where Brandon only end

“Are you really a shifter?” “Huh?” I shake my head and laugh. “Shifter. Or werewolf. In paranormal romance books, any sort of were or shifter is always described as being warmer than normal humans.” Wes raises an eyebrow, looking amused. “I didn’t know that.” “I’m a little weird. Maybe I should have warned you.” Slowly, he angles his body toward me and brings one arm up, resting it on the back of the couch behind me. “I like weird.”

Samantha "With ....bringing me ten cups of coffee,answering all the calls I have to take on the front desk ,going through all the old files my former assistant didn't do correctly" he finished handling me a bunch of files I didn't even realize he was holding. I stood there in shock ,what was I expecting a kiss? Those wattpad romance book have really gotten into my head. He looked at me with his piercing green eyes ,I looked down having trouble maintaining eye contact with him,moving from foot to foot.

“I want you to tell me what’s really going on instead of treating me like fragile glass you can just lock away.” A heavy silence fell. Then Damien closed the distance, heat radiating off his body as his shadow swallowed hers. “You want the truth?” His voice dropped low, rough. “There are people out there who don’t just want to scare you. They want leverage. Revenge. And the only thing stopping them from tearing you apart—piece by piece—is me.” Her chest rose and fell fast, pulse pounding in her ears. His words held danger, but something else too. Possession. “And us?” she whispered. “Is this still just an act? Or is there some other reason you’re holding on so tight?”