Silhouette Romance Novels & Stories

Suddenly every feeling of fear about Silvio was gone and in place of it was this fluttery feeling I couldn't explain. Maybe I really should get divorced from Mateo, what we did was a mistake. Maybe I should just be with Silvio. Silvio touched my chin lightly, he looked into my eye as he did, maybe it was the fluttering I felt, but he looked different, not the regular Silvio I'm used to, he looked roguish with the way his hair scattered from yesterday’s fight. His clothes were stained and smelled of blood and it drew me to him, I touched his chest lightly and returned his gaze, he leaned into me and I saw his lips part lightly before they rested on my lips.

Silas rasped. He dipped his head and pressed a kiss to her earlobe. It wasn't the rough punishment from before; it was feather-light and agonizingly slow, sending a shiver down her spine. Before she could protest, he captured her lips in a long, deep kiss that tasted of pine and hunger. In the mirror, Chloe saw his wolf ears flick into existence and his tail curl around her waist, guiding her hands to his shoulders. When Silas finally pulled back, they were both breathless. Chloe’s lips were flushed and swollen.

Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred

I am guessing it must be Marcus’ leftover drink. She sashayed her tiny waist to the song, I watched in awe as her body created fantasies I wouldn’t forget in years. I didn’t hear the music anymore, my heartbeat was the only sound and her body was all I could see. She was perfect, the way she twisted and melted into the music could not be put in words, could not be explained. If it was the alcohol doing this, I don't mind if she drinks a few bottles. Poor Marcus. Hope your hovering spirit can take in this pleasure I am reveling in? It's a shame I only got to share something with him, in death. Miss distraction.

This was about love lost, promises broken, scars that never healed. The silence that followed was unbearable. Finally, I stepped closer to Victor, laying my hand on his chest. “I chose you,” I whispered. “Not because you control me, but because you see me. That’s the difference.” His gaze softened, heat curling in his eyes. “You are mine,” he murmured, his lips brushing my temple. Jennifer’s eyes darkened, her smirk returning like armor. “Then pray she never sees the parts of you that belong to no one.”

He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?

Lilyana's eyes heated up as she approached the door of Rafael's room which was slightly open and there were sounds like someone out of breath gasping for air accompanied by moans. "Shhh... nghh... Rafa." "Faster." Lilyana closed her eyes as she endured the pain and peeked through the crack in the door. Furthermore, the sight in front of her made her stomach churn. In there, Rafael without a single thread was supporting the body of an equally naked woman. Meanwhile, the woman was incessantly chanting Rafael's name. DEG Lilyana's heart seemed to stop beating, as if a knife had stabbed her right in the heart in the most painful way. Her mind was reeling and could hardly believe what she was see

“All right, then,” Ronan said. “You just relax and enjoy yourself.” He leaned in close, and nibbled at the flesh of my ear. “Be as loud as you want to, my love. It’s just you and me tonight.” I shivered at the promises in his voice. And then I shivered with pure pleasure as Ronan’s hands began to trace along every sensitive point in my body. Along the way the rest of our clothing managed to vanish. I didn’t care where it went.

I was forced back again and again. "Die!" Silvia shouted. I heard the sharp whistle of a blade cutting through the air. I opened my eyes to see that Silvia had been flung straight into Derrick's coffin, while Ximena stood nearby, her face twisted with fury. "You dared drag me into an illusion and nearly got my husband killed by a backstabber." Without wasting a second, she lashed out, her sharp nails slicing through Silvia and killing her instantly, then stripped off her own wedding dress and forced it onto Silvia's corpse before carving a few words into the body.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.