Silhouette Romance Novels & Stories

The soft click of Sienna's heels echoed through the marble lobby of Cole Enterprises as she stepped out of Damien's sleek black car. The reporters positioned outside fell silent. Cameras flashed instantly, their flashes capturing every moment of this budding fake romance that was already causing quite a stir. Sienna had dressed the part perfectly. A scarlet dress clung to her curves, endorsed by her smokey eye makeup and rich crimson lips. She exuded the aura of a woman in control- as if she hadn't just weathered a heartbreak a month ago.

Silhouette Two I had never left my hometown. I had never had any reason to; after all there was everything I would ever need in it. A college, where I had gotten my degree, and a family business I had hoped to take control of one day. But things changed. And I didn’t know whether that change was going to become for the worst or for the better.

Thе promise оf hеr ѕоftnеѕѕ permeates thе air. Shе mоvеѕ wіthоut ореnіng her еуеѕ уеt hеr lірѕ раrt slightly and thе brеаth ѕhе hаѕ held еѕсареѕ wіth a low, ѕеnѕuаl sigh. Mоvіng his hаnd as іf іt were resting оn a bеd оf fine ѕіlk hе trасеѕ hеr hірѕ, hеr soft ѕtоmасh and hеr uрреr thіghѕ. Thе ѕіtе of thеіr еаrlіеr lоvеmаkіng іѕ ѕtіll sensitive tо еvеn thе lіghtеѕt touch. Shе mоvеѕ mоrе and turnѕ tо аllо w his hаnd grеаtеr ассеѕѕ tо those раrtѕ of her thаt cry оut fоr раѕѕіоnаtе аnd tеndеr tоuсh lеаdіng tо hеr ultіmаtе rеlеаѕе.

began to take a final, desperate hold—even as my body began to give in to the familiar, intense friction of their skin—I couldn't shake the image of the shadow on the balcony. ​The jasmine was too sweet. The silk was too soft. The love was too perfect to be real. ​"You're ours, Malakai," Silas whispered against my cheek, his breath hot and smelling of oak-aged bourbon. "And the Vanes never let go of what belongs to them."

He let out a roar that wasn't a chorus—it was a single, powerful voice that vibrated with the strength of a hundred years of love. "I... REMEMBER... HER!" Silas screamed. He swung his shadow-blades, and the Ghost, the Queen, and the Corporate-Elara were wiped away like dust in a storm. The Archive stabilized. The silver liquid turned back into wood and stone. The books returned to the shelves, their spines glowing with the stories of our life together. Silas turned to me, his eyes wide and full of a terrifying, beautiful clarity. He ran to me, pulling me into a kiss that felt like the sun rising over the Nursery.

"Please do. I really missed your dick, Silas. I am so tired of waiting. I absolutely hate Ronan. His sex is so incredibly boring. He treats me like a fragile glass doll every time he touches me, and it drives me completely crazy. He has no real passion." Silas laughed, a dark, deep masculine sound that vibrated against my chest. "Then let me remind you what a real wolf feels like." Without another word, he hooked his strong, muscular arms under my legs and lifted me completely off the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, holding onto him as he carried me across the dark room toward the massive velvet bed. He tossed me gently onto the soft sheets, his body immediately climbing o

Her father's complex strategy and his audacious plan to overthrow strong empires from within were now burning with an even greater sense of urgency, requiring action and a last-ditch gamble against insurmountable odds. Even though the dull pain in her broken finger served as a constant, visceral reminder of Aurora's vicious ruthlessness, she was driven forward even into the darkest recesses of the Romano estate by the alluring prospect of a meaningful alliance. Violet gasped, a sharp, choked sound that seemed to be absorbed by the deep silence of the grotto, as the figure fully entered the dim moonlight that was filtered through the twisted branches of the olive trees. Silas was the one.

“I was sent here to destroy you. Instead, I found the only home I have ever truly wanted.” We kissed under the fading light, slow and full of promise. Later that night we celebrated in the master chamber, bodies moving together with familiar passion and new tenderness. Silas knotted me deep while Rook claimed my mouth and Wren marked my skin with loving bites. The bond sang between us, strong and unbreakable. Yet as we lay together afterward, sated and drifting toward sleep, a small shadow flickered at the edge of my vision. A whisper too faint to catch. A chill that brushed the back of my neck before vanishing.