Short Romance Books Novels & Stories

I leaned down, my breasts brushing his shoulder as I whispered in his ear, “J’ai envie de toi. Je veux sentir ta grosse bite en moi.” His breath hitched. He turned his head, our faces inches apart. “You know what you’re doing.” “Yes,” I whispered. “And I think you want it too.” He stood up suddenly, towering over me. In one swift motion, he grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the dining table, scattering the French textbooks. His mouth crashed down on mine, hungry, demanding, years of restrained lust finally breaking free. I moaned into the kiss, my hands fisting his shirt as I pulled him closer. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming me. His hands slid under my skirt, gripping my bare ass. T

“You almost took me out there.” She blinked, then let out a faint breath, crouching as well to gather the rest. “Sorry. I didn’t see you.” “That much is obvious,” I said, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. I picked up another book, my eyes catching on the pastel-colored cover. I turned it so I could read the title. “‘Kisses in the Rain,’” I read aloud, raising a brow. “So, you have a killer taste. Romcoms, huh?”

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

she said with a dubious glint in her eyes. “Is that a dare, I hear?” I came closer and wrapped my arms around her smooth waist. A gasp left her lips as she placed her hands on my bare chest. Behind my sunshades, I took in her face, mesmerized by how good she looked. Her plump lips caught my attention when she bit her lower lip momentarily. I glanced downward when I felt the softness of her breasts pressing my chest and a familiar feeling in my shorts made me groan internally.

Best Lover Chapter 2 I could feel her fingers running over his hair as she gently drew him away. She kissed his cheeks and groaned, asking, "Oh Beta, what are we doing, dear?" As she stared directly into my eyes, she took her blouse off. This was the most sensual thing I had ever seen. How revealing. The sight of her breasts, encased in a delicate black brassiere, was titillating. Returning to the couch, she sat down gingerly. Muttering, "Son, may I touch you again?" she asked softly.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

Did he just kiss her forehead? He pulled a stern look and kept to himself. For a moment there, Paige thought Chris was about to punish her. Yet, he kissed her instead. Was he in his right mind? Paige wondered if she had missed something because she could not figure Chris out. Maybe this was Chris’ way of punishing her. As a young girl, she had read many popular CEO romance books. The male protagonists in the books would throw the female protagonists onto the bed without a word and punish them… all night long.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.