Silhouette Romance Novels & Stories

"No more updates. Sending a lucky red envelope — may every lovesick creature out there end up with the one they love. Signing off. Wife's calling me for dinner." The comments flooded with sour-sweet envy: "The stench of romance is literally melting my screen! — sincerely, an old fox who's seen everything." "Peppermint: officially the ultimate monster-taming skill. Noted." "OP DON'T GO! We need DETAILS!" I closed the phone and met Silas's gaze — those eyes slowly going red in the shadows, heart-shaped patterns swimming in the dark. Rivals, contracts, profit margins — all of it dissolved into the scalding warmth of the palm pressed against mine.

Silvio placed the machine on the table and looked at her chest with a smirk over his lips. "Beautiful..." She heard him muttering as he wrapped bandages over her tattoed chest. Sadie emotionlessly scoffed as Silvio removed the fabric from her eyes. "You can own my body, but not my heart." She muttered with no emotion. Silvio smirked. His fingers wrapped few stray tendrils of her hair around them as he looked into her eyes. "Get ready to lose," ****

“You’ve probably seduced enough women to populate a small town.” His laughter brought her head snapping up as nothing else could have. She glared at him. “Don’t you laugh at me, Dash Black. You don't have any right to.” He put his hands out in a gesture of surrender. “I am not the rogue you think me and I was not trying to seduce you.” “Right.” What the heck had he been doing then, practicing his technique? She thought. He brushed her hair behind her ear in a tender gesture that made her treacherous heart melt. “You belong to me as no woman has. Do not regret the passion the good God has given us as a gift.”

Lindsey looked around the room and following the rose petals, she entered the room which was beautifully decorated. On top of the bed was a love-shaped rose petal, and a sexy linger, and then there was a bouquet and a bottle of red wine on the side table beside the bed, it was a perfect decoration for a romantic couple. Looking at the decorations, Lindsey's face flushed as she began to think of the things that might happen between her and Keith. She had always dreamt of a perfect wedding and a romantic first couple's night. She smiled touching her cheeks and giggling.

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

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

"Are you stalking us? You're trying to ruin my date with Scott, aren't you?!" I only smiled softly. "Dates are for unmarried couples, Roanna. What you and Scott are doing is called sneaking around." Roanna practically exploded with rage. "Y-You're just jealous of me! You're jealous that I'm young and pretty, and that I won his heart! "Have you looked in the mirror lately? Your lips are purple, your eyes are dull, and even your heart is fake! How could someone like you be with him?" Even now, I couldn't believe that Scott let her know about my artificial heart, just like that. He really did give her everything, even what he promised was mine—his heart.

In the damp, lightless hollow of the Maw, surrounded by the ash and flame of the dead, the Prince and the Sovereign collided. It wasn't a mating of intellect and elegance. It was a "Siren’s Lament" played on skin and bone. Silas took her with a lethal intensity, his movements a rhythm he’d honed over a thousand sleepless nights of dreaming of her. He claimed her with a dark, twisted possessiveness that made the breeding cycle Xander wanted look like a children’s game.

The auction hall exuded an aura of sophistication, the air filled with murmurs of excitement and the occasional clink of champagne glasses. Kayla, clad in a sleek, black gown, navigated through the crowd with practiced ease, her expression composed and detached. She took her seat, scanning the room with cool detachment, until her gaze fell upon Henri.

“You’re enjoying this way too much.” “I’m enjoying the company even more,” Riley replied, letting her fingers trace slow circles on Lila’s smooth thigh. She felt the way Lila’s breathing changed, just a little quicker, but neither of them said anything about it. The movie played on, but Riley’s focus had completely shifted. She loved the way Lila’s body responded to the smallest touch, the way her muscles tensed then relaxed under her palm. By the time the credits rolled, it was almost midnight. The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the city outside their windows. Riley stretched, deliberately arching her back so her tank top rode up a bit, exposing a sliver of skin.