Smut Romance Novels & Stories

Callan pulled me close and we danced to nothing but the sound of crickets and distant traffic. “To full circle,” he toasted, clinking his glass against mine. “To choosing us every time.” We made love on the couch later, slow and sweet and laughing when we nearly fell off. No rush. No ghosts. Just two husbands who had survived hell and built heaven anyway. The next morning, I sent the final manuscript to my agent. The publisher moved fast. Editing notes came back within weeks. We approved the cover—a simple image of two hockey skates on ice, shadows forming a heart. It felt right.

I reveled in the warmth of his mouth as I shoved my tongue inside, his tongue sliding wetly against mine. He gave as good as he got. Xavier was really good with his mouth after all. Yet, for some reason, tonight felt different. And it was pissing me off. I wrenched my mouth away from his with a scowl. “What’s wrong?” Xavier panted, his eyebrows furrowed. His lips were a little swollen, his eyes dark with desire. His hair stuck up in some areas, where it was mussed up by my hands. He was a beautiful mess.

With deliberate slow motion, I pulled the cotton down past my left shoulder, exposing my neck entirely to her view. Dana gasped, her tablet slipping an inch in her grip. The left side of my neck was a map of deep purple bruises. A heavy ring of dark purple encircled the muscle, with the fresh, clear mark of the mating bond at the center, the crescent-shaped wound where Sebastian’s fangs had torn through my defenses. The scent of iced cedar and warm citrus poured out from the wound, an undeniable claim that no league office could ever dispute. I looked into Dana’s pale face, my blue eyes sharp and unwavering. The voice of the Wolves captain rang clear:

[SOMEWHERE IN ROME] A young woman sat naked at the edge of a dimly lit room, the dull glow of a flickering lamp casting shadows across her skin. She took a slow drag from her cigarette, eyes fixed on the glowing screen in front of her. Smoke curled from her lips as she scrolled through the endless news updates, her expression unreadable. Her lips twisted into a bitter smirk as another headline flashed across the screen—Damon’s Affair Exposed. Engagement call-off confirmed.

"I want us to talk. We're now a couple and—" Lupita choked on her water. She dropped the glass on her table and began to cough. Romulus took the glass close to her mouth. "Drink up. Sorry." Again, she took the glass from his hand and continued drinking the water, emptying the content into her mouth. "Okay. Where was I?" Romulus asked immediately after she was done drinking her water. "I want us to start again. Let's act like this is the first time we are meeting each other. Don't see me as the mean Alpha that brought you to his pack to torture you. See me as your mate. A nice, caring mate that you're getting to know of for the first time. Let's talk. Ask me anything about me and I will do th

😅 At least the main two smuts will be posted in their full explicit detail. Though, there might be a couple of smutty parts that happened during the main plotline that might fade into black on Good Novel. And everything that happened after the plotline and isn’t relevant for the future plot will be written into extras that will be available in the published version only. The list of currently planned extras (S tag means it will definitely include smut): * [S] Noah’s and Levi’s honeymoon * [S] Levi and Noah going dolphin riding again * [S] a day in Levi’s and Noah’s married life, several years later.

His orbs mirrors mine, and with a clean shove bodies slammed together our heat intertwining mixing my scent with his highly addictive, vicious and wild aroma that burns but calms a two edged sword. “My love.” I felt his fingers play on my skin, caressing and artistically touching every inch and fabric of skin that my hot blood thrums in my veins. And when he laid me down my body welcomed him in partnership. I dreamt of him all night and when the morning came a sad smile splayed on my lips. Salvatore haunted my dreams and reality. A resilient soul. ************* “What do you mean it failed?” Simon barked on the phone. We were having breakfast when an urgent call came through and with one slid

What the hell am I going to do in a week to make specific progress? "Fine," I said, my greediness taking over my normal thinking senses. "Great," he smiled in satisfaction and continued. "The second condition is you not having any form of romance with them, Miss Renata. Throughout your stay with the boys, there should be no romantic relationship between you and any of them. The moment you do, it will be considered a breach of contract, and you will be fined for it," he said as I chuckled. Easy peasy, I wasn't a fan of love. The only thing I care about was money.

His heartbeat was visible in his throat, each pulse betraying the calm he pretended to have. Sarah walked closer, her robe brushing against her legs, the scent of her shampoo, coconut and jasmine, filling the air between them. She sat on the edge of the bed, cross-legged, the sunlight haloing her hair. Liam swallowed hard. “This is what love is,” he murmured under his breath, half in awe, half in disbelief. “Allowing the woman you love to eat on your chest and trying not to flinch…” She chuckled softly. “Then don’t flinch.”

I muttered a thank you to him as he starts up the car. "No need to thank me Samantha, tonight you will be my women and it's only my duty to open doors for you. Treat you like a queen you are." He used the hand that wasn't holding the steering wheel to hold mine and place a kiss on it. I giggled out loud like an high school girl. Who knew my romoe was actually a real life Romeo ,he has being behaving so romantic since yesterday and I am loving this side of him. It new and loving. I wish this night could never end.