Spanish Romance Books Novels & Stories

“What’s so wrong about gifting this book to a couple on their wedding!” I got the book from his hand and put it back on the shelf. “You’re crazy! You can never be serious about this!” I scanned for another book until I got one and handed it to him. “Give them this, instead.” He looked at the book and he frowned at me. "El Hombre La Estela Consolacion? A Spanish book?" He might have wondered why I gave him a Spanish book. "Yes, because obviously, it’s unique," I answered him and laughed. “Which means you'll be the only one to give them a book they won't understand!”

" I could have refused but I was weak and I was ready to give this man my first time. Like in a daze, I reached for the button on his jeans. I flicked it open and unzipped, careful of the thick bulge now pressing against his briefs. He was already hard for me, a fact I liked very much. Reaching in, I wrapped my hand around his cock. He was hot, the skin stretched tight, and my mouth watered. I jerked him slowly, wanting to prolong this. Wanting to torture him. I may not have had a dick inside me but I had touched a few and sucked several and I knew how to prepare a man using my lips, mouth and hands. He sucked in a quick breath. "Fuck, keep going," he shoved his briefs and jeans lower on his

He was my home. He pressed his forehead to mine, his whisper a gentle murmur of words I didn’t fully comprehend but felt completely. French words that flowed from his lips like poetry. “Mon coeur… ma vie… mon âme.” My heart… my life… my soul. Every word sent a shiver through me, melted me, convinced me of a love so strong it could conquer anything. I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.”

I rolled my eyes and giggled, he chuckled and damn, he was so handsome. "So, how you doing, mi belle?" He asked me with a gentle voice and his Spanish accent was smooth and enchanting. "I'm fine, I just came here to relax and read some books," I told him waving the novel in my hands in the air. "Same," he told me and I smiled. I didn't know why I was happy that Justin and I shared something in common. I noticed the book in his hands and my eyes widened. The title of the book in his hands was KOVEX written by the same author of the book I was reading.

Inside: sepia-toned photographs, a handful of ink-faded letters, and at the bottom, a dog-eared copy of Jane Eyre with a broken spine from years of opening it to the same passages. I picked up the book. The cover was worn at the corners, the spine creased in three places where it had been opened most often. I turned it over in my hands and felt the familiar weight of it, this book I had first read at fifteen and had returned to every year until I was twenty-two and had not opened since because there had been no room in Josiah's house for the kind of woman who read Jane Eyre and meant it. My phone lit up on the nightstand.

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

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Love replied. “Okay love, what about me? Huh?” Belle asked wondering. “What do you mean, what about you?” Love replied. “Well I mean, do I also not strike you as a romantic? Do i strike you as the sexual type?” Belle asked eagerly. “Well Belle, if you must know, you’re never open about these things. You always talk about how much you hate and despise guys. How you think they are all so disgusting and disrespectful. Literally, no guy who has ever had a crush on you, didn’t end up getting crushed by you.

"why do you always talk about it? Hey, being single means we're preparing for the arrival of a better love. Positive thinking, Ra!" "I hate Adam!" Yara's words that suddenly carried the name 'Adam' succeeded in making Rian choke. "Why suddenly bring Adam's name?" "This must be because of his curse on me when we were at senior high school. That damn person! He's the one who asked to break up, he's the one who accused me of various things, but instead left a curse that made my life miserable." "There is no such thing as a curse in this world, Ra." "There is," she argued. "That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now."

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