Simple Passion Novel Novels & Stories

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-“

It is once again a sweet kiss, nothing passionate at all but a kiss that two people on a first date would give. When he is done, he holds me for a minute longer and then releases me. The disappointment I feel to say the least, makes me want to curl up in a corner and die. My romance novels were always filled with scenes like this and I hated them. One minute the man acts like he wants her, the next he walks away calm and collected.

Can You Keep A Secret (Nathan & Daniel) ⪻⪻⪻ Romance / Mature : 1. Taming The Wild CEO (Completed on GoodNovel) 2. Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits / Dark Pretenses ( Clara Summers & Dean ) 3. Taming The Wild Duke ( William & Kate ) 4. Not So Plain Jane ( Steven Summers & Jane Austin ) 5. Irresistible Duology: Simply Irresistible ( Autumn & Phraser ) 6. Dark Deception ( Declan Summers & Ma Qingshan )

The world holds its breath. "Yes," I say. "Yes?" "Yes. I will marry you. Yes. Yes. Yes." He kisses me. The coffee is cold. The bench is hard. The garden is grey. But none of it matters. Because he is here. And I am here. And we are here. Together. --- That night, we sit on the porch. The stars are out. The air is cold but the cold is softer now. The promise of spring is in the air. "I did not have a ring," Damon says.

Without another word, she bolted upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. Zachary was the last person who should be reading that book. Her husband, with his gentle heart and aversion to anything remotely sad, couldn’t even watch a movie without checking its tags first. He hated tragic endings, and avoided them like the plague. And The Last Kiss? That book had wrecked her and mind you, she had written it herself. For months after finishing it, she had nightmares of the scenes she had created. She flung open the bedroom door, her breath catching as she took in the sight before her. Zachary was curled up on the bed, tissues scattered around him like a sea of white flags. His eyes were red, hi

“Unique, of course. I have a feeling we’re not exactly aiming for ordinary here, are we?” His lips curve into that signature smirk, pleased with my response. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He turns to the jeweler. “We’ll take these.” As the jeweler carefully packages the bands, I stare at Caspian. He's also looking at me. I feel the weight of what’s coming. We’re planning toward a wedding that’s anything but traditional. There’s no love here, no fairytale romance. But there's passion. If there's one thing I can hold on to about me and Caspian's relationship, it's this: there'll always be passion.

Her throat tightened, eyes misted, as if she could will reality to transform. She read it again, hoping the words might change under her gaze. But they remained the same, unyielding in their cruelty. The invitation slipped from her fingers, fluttering like a burned-out matchstick onto the marble floor. Aidan had belonged to her for two years, their lives knitted together in a shared future. Their dreams had unraveled just three months ago when he claimed he needed "space." Apparently, his "space" included a dazzling engagement ring and her sister's triumph.

Alive. Nova lay back against the pillows, her legs curling slightly as her hand slipped beneath the waistband of her panties. Just her fingertips. Just enough to chase the warmth blooming low in her belly.A soft breath escaped her lips. She moved gently. Thoughtfully. Imagining Damian's hands instead of hers. The way he looked at her when he thought she wasn't watching, as if every curve was familiar and sacred. The way his voice dropped when he said her name. The way his lips felt against her collarbone. It didn't take long. Nova didn't force it. Just let it bloom, slow and full, until her thighs clenched and a gasp broke from her throat. When it passed, she let her hand fall away and turne

Cassidy’s POV "Feeling better?" he murmured, lips brushing my ear, voice husky, sending a thrill straight to my core. "Much," I whispered, my voice breathy as I turned fully toward him, our faces inches apart, the heat from his body seeping through the blanket like an invitation. The rom-com's dialogue faded into background noise, the silly punchlines no match for the tension coiling between us, thick and electric. His fingers continued their lazy exploration along my arm, tracing up to my shoulder, then down again, each pass igniting sparks that traveled straight to my core, making me shift restlessly against him. The blanket slipped slightly, exposing the curve of my collarbone, and his ey

A tortured groan tore from between his lips when he released her breast and she ground her aching centre against his hand, and he felt the warm rush of her desire. “Oh, my luck! You’re a passionate soul. Yes, that’s it. Ride my hand, Princess. Get down and dirty with this commoner. Show me how you like it.” He dove onto her other breast, lost in his own excitement of touching her. His fangs nicked her breast, and the surprised rush of her blood tore loose the last few restraints George had as he suckled at the slight wound. Ana felt the rush of his eager feeding at the same time as he pressed a finger deeper into her core. Her body shook as sensations from so many directions battled for cont