Spicy Christmas Romance Books の小説・ストーリー

I was about to read one, 'Home coming' by Yaa Gyasi. I was a bit depressed, because the year was gradually coming to an end. Christmas was fast approaching. And I dreaded it, as misfortunes happen to me few days to Christmas. I shuddered at the fear of what might happen this time around. Last year my wedding engagement was cancelled few days to Christmas. A year ago I lost my job few days to christmas, two years ago I almost got raped few days to christmas by a thug in the car park, thank God I was saved before he penetrated into me. I marked that day as a day I won't ever forget. Three years ago I was in a coma few days to christmas because my Fiance smashed a bottle of wine on my head. My

“What do you wanna eat, Christina?” “Anything. I’m not a picky eater anyway.” Christina looked out the window as she gave a casual reply. Michael frowned. Indeed, she was never a picky eater to begin with, but he remembered that she had a knack for spicy food. If his memory served him right, there was a Mexican restaurant just around the corner. They should pay that place a visit today.

She stood at the corner, arms folded, smile sharp as a glass ornament. Jace straightened instantly. I stepped back so fast I nearly tripped. Bianca’s gaze flicked between us — my swollen lips, his disheveled hair, the distance that wasn’t nearly enough. Her smile widened slowly. “Oh,” she said lightly. “This is going to be… fun.” And just like that… I knew: Christmas was about to get a whole lot worse.

Morning light filtered softly through the blinds, casting golden bars across Serena’s bare shoulder. She stirred beneath the sheets, the faint scent of smoke still clinging to her skin from the night before. Her muscles ached, a reminder of everything they'd survived—everything they hadn't yet. The mattress dipped beside her. She blinked, half-expecting another nightmare. Instead, it was Damien, holding a tray. Toast. Strawberries. Black coffee—just the way she liked it. “You cooked?” she mumbled, her voice hoarse from sleep.

She shifted closer and rested her head on my chest. “This was not how I imagined my Christmas cruise to be,” she murmured. “What did you have in mind?” I asked. She scoffed. “I had a lot in mind but definitely not pretending to be the girlfriend of a complete stranger or falling into bed with you.” “Neither was I,” I said. “But I'm not complaining.” She laughed softly. “Neither am I.” Her fingers traced light circles on my chest and I felt my heart beat a bit faster. This had never happened before.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

Little did she understand the extent of my restraint. I ended the call abruptly, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She offered a hesitant smile and extended her hand as if in greeting. I seized it with a possessive force, my fingers trailing down her body. She gasped in surprise, her hand intertwining with mine as I traced her curves with my fingertips. Her moans fueled my desire, and she melted into my embrace, her breasts pressing against my chest as our lips met in a fervent kiss. She pushed me back onto the sofa, her hands inching toward the waistband of my jeans.

~Lilian~ Christmas night was a night I will never forget. It was the night I got my deepest desire fulfilled. I took on both men. It was pure pleasure, and every bit of it, magical. Before that night, hot daddy would not even say a word to me even if we passed by each other along the hallway. But he had started talking more often to me now, and would even smile secretly at me across the dinner table. On the other hand, Mr. Nikolai, who had always spoken warmly suddenly became cold towards me.