Spicy Horror Romance Books Novels & Stories

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A damp of kisses were being showered on my shoulder, and with the use of only his teeth, he was able to remove my spaghetti strap which caused my boobs to sprung out. “You whore. Fuck! I missed them,” his hot mouth immediately covered my tits. I was adjusting myself just to give him more access. His fingers were doing amazing in my pussy, his mouth and tongue were casting magic on my tits, and his legs were doing their job to warm up my exposed legs. Every part of him was giving action. “I w-want you, Hendrix…” I couldn’t even recognize my own voice anymore. I sounded crying, more like begging for his cock.

As I passed by a small bookstore, the title of a book in the window caught my eye. I stepped inside, the cool air a welcome reprieve from the heat outside. The scent of old books and incense wrapped around me like a comforting blanket. The owner, a friendly woman with a knowing smile, asked if I needed help. I pointed to the book in the window. "Ah, the magik calls to you?" she said, her accent thick and comforting. "Come, let me show you where that one is." The book was about the history of the French Quarter, filled with tales of love, loss, and the supernatural.

With her spicy flavour on his lips and his cock pushing her a little further with each thrust, Ana convulsed as she hit the pinnacle of no return. George dropped her thighs and latched his lips to hers. Their blood mingling on their lips, like their new partnership. Life partner and life blood combined as one. He exploded and felt his seed shoot into her hot, eager depths as they milked him for more. Time stopped as they both experienced one fiery explosion after another. The intensity of their completion multiplied by their newly shared emotional bond. They collapsed together minutes after their happy ending. Gently licking to close each other’s wounds in the tender moment. They fell back i

when I reached for spices. I’d also done something else. When Claire wasn’t looking, I’d slipped a generous pinch of the ghost pepper spice mix Ethan loved into her serving of the sauce. The same spice she’d always complained about at family dinners—“too hot, too much, I can’t handle it.” She would always say. She hated it while He adored it. I smiled sweetly as I plated her food. Lunch started politely. Claire complimented Ethan’s cooking, laughed at his jokes, touched his forearm when she spoke. Every time her fingers grazed him, my stomach twisted with something dark and possessive.

But then I was. “We have to go home, Sister,” Sasha said softly. I didn’t want to go back home. I didn’t want to be alone. Yet, I felt so fucking alone no matter where I was or who I was with. Except for the damn ghosts haunting me. They were in my mind, thriving. Torturing me. And when I slept, my mind revolted. I couldn’t understand my dreams… memories… or paranoia. “You’ll stay with me.” I shook my head wordlessly. I couldn’t let anyone hear my dreams. I couldn’t let anyone know.

Blushing vigorously, I turn quickly and power walk back to duty-free. I can’t believe he remembers my reaction to romance books. Of course, he’d remember to him it seems like yesterday even though it was years ago. I am hating it more and more, knowing that Greg has no memory of the last two years. It is the one thing about this I keep forgetting myself, ironically. In duty-free I look for their book section and try and find a good book to read after I finished reading Stuck in Paradise with You by Laura Carter. How funny that, how this book played out, I now have to live it. So, I look for something a little more darker. Maybe a mafia or even a fantasy with werewolves, I don’t know. Taking

The memory of his and Light’s death, and the lingering stench of blood still assaults her senses. However, despite the overwhelming horror, she knew she had to escape the haunted mansion alive if not for the sake of anything, but for her baby. As she masturbated, Zane and Jaxon watched her. Soon, they began to touch her body lewdly. Jaxon’s black fingers caused Red’s body to tingle and the way Zane squeezed her breasts roughly till the line of pleasure and fear began to blur in her mind, nearly left her whimpering. She was unbelievably horny. Her clit was throbbing and she was on the verge of cumming.

Instead, my hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer, as if the weight of him was the only thing keeping me grounded in a world that had spun out of control. His fingers dug into my waist, possessive, as if he could hold onto me and keep the chaos outside at bay. I couldn’t deny the heat between us. It was suffocating, consuming. His lips found mine again, and the kiss turned desperate, like we were both aware of the ticking clock, of how fragile this moment was. Outside, the city was burning, the threat of another attack looming, but here, in this room, all I could feel was him. “You drive me insane,” I whispered, my nails digging into his skin as he pushed my legs apart, his body ho

He huffed at me, and as soon as I looked at him, I saw the annoyance in his eyes. It was then that everything clicked into place in my head in a snap, sending cold chills down my spine. I instantly recalled where I had come across his kind of smell before, and that made my eyes widen as I jumped up to my feet, backing away from him as terror rushed through me like an electric current. That moment when I shifted into a vampire instead of my wolf, his kind of smell was what filled the room and swirled around me. Oh no.. "What is it?" He asked with a sneer as he buttoned his shirt.