Simple Passion Novel Novels & Stories

It was so relatable to her own life experience. Not only her, but even Michael was also stunned. In the second section earlier, Christina felt something familiar with the man, and so she asked about his views on love and marriage. Bill’s answer pleased her greatly. A fleeting passion was not love, as love could only be achieved when two hearts truly become one after years of hard work. She could have been saved from her suffering if she had learned about this earlier. Her marriage with Michael happened because they mistook passion for love. Their marriage came to an end when the passion fizzled out.

I sniffed and wiped my tears, still smiling, “And let me tell you, It’s not love. It’s nothing more than a guilty passion for me which I have begun to worship. So please… Please Blaze, accept me and our child. Please give our relationship a chance.” He put his hands over mine and leaned in close to my watery face giving me a profound gaze of compassion, breath burning over my skin as my pained heart requested him redemption. “Do you consider our relationship as sacred as a husband and wife or mates?” He asked in a low voice, tone same as mine- tender. “But-”

She answered, this time her voice wasn’t as quiet as before. I nodded. “You can go.” Check out my new books CAGED-A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance and His Broken Princess

Its title is Persephone’s Pomegranate, a novel it based the game on. I rarely read romance novels. When I looked at the synopsis, the plot seemed promising.

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.

I said, gesturing to the chair. "Thank you." He grinned. As he bent to sit down, his arm accidentally brushed mine and I went still as chills went down my spine. This time, it wasn't because of lust, it was dread. I sighed as I shifted away from him, hating the feeling of hurt and disappointment crashing through me. I should have known Mother Nature wasn't on my side. Foolish of me to hope that she was. My hot fantasy boy was a vampire. Lucky me.

Rejena Writing has always been my passion. In high school it was short little poems, then after that, journaling had become my number one go to as I was struggling to talk to people about my thoughts and emotions. Writing as much as reading had been my safe haven and I have lost my passion for writing when work came in the way. The books I had been writing for the past year were books I started writing two years ago and after Collen passed away, I just didn’t feel that passion anymore. For one, I write romance books. How are you supposed to write romance books when every time you even consider getting romantic with someone, you feel like you are cheating on the person that you loved and neve

Luckily, Gloria wasn't a treat just her usual appearance when I was without company but with my always present shadows. “Not at all and I appreciate it,” he replied with a smile. “A kiss will suffice as thanks.” “Has it ever been enough?” he teased, dragging me closer by my waist. “There's a first time for everything babe.” “Hmm…” The kiss was slow and passionate, like two lovers welcoming each other. “That was nice.” “Only nice?” He nipped my neck playfully. “Don't distract me, babe. I have something important to say.” His hand that was moving to my bra paused, “I'm all ears.”

If we could always be close forever. Before I could voice out my opinion on the bet, he started kissing me, slowly at first. Leaning on the couch, he lifted me onto his laps without breaking the kiss. Clyde tasted so sweet and I wanted the kiss to last forever. My hands went through his fluffy curls and wound around his neck while he explored my ravenous body. It had been yearning for his touch for a very long time and now it was getting its reward. The kiss became frenzied with time. My heart pounded so hard and a moan escaped my lips.