Sport Romance Novels & Stories

Jude. Monday School Is bustling with the upcoming prom I have a bouquet of roses huge they make a statement as I walk in to find Hope And Carmen standing together. "Good Morning Ladies " they both turn to look at me seeing then flowers Carmen's face break into a smile "Carmen will you be my prom date ?" I ask her handing the flowers the smile on face huge while if looks can kill I will be dead the way Hope is looking at me. Returning the smile "Yes of course, yes I will

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

He pressed his lips to the marks, flickering tastes with the tip of his tongue, teasing himself with the flavor of Jasper’s blood that clung to the skin where their wrestling had broken open the scabs again. “I love you,” Reid whispered against the skin. Jasper stroked his hand over the curve of Reid’s skull. “I love you too.” Reid groaned, closing his eyes, and thrusting into Jasper, feeling the hard ridge of Jasper’s cock caught between their soft stomachs. It did not take long for him to cum, and he pulled out, sliding down to take Jasper’s cock into his mouth, sucking his mate to completion, and swallowing down his cum, before rising back up to kiss him again.

Content Warning: The following contains detailed, explicit romantic content intended for mature readers, crafted to be evocative yet tasteful within the story’s context. Julian’s POV The firelight bathes my London estate’s living room in a golden haze, the crackling flames casting shadows that dance across Sophia’s skin as she leans against the velvet couch, her hazel eyes gleaming with a trust that sets my blood ablaze. Her curls cascade over her shoulders, catching the light, and her hand rests on her stomach, where our baby grows, a quiet reminder of the future we’re fighting for.

he whispered. I met his eyes just as he pushed in. The stretch made me gasp and cling to his shoulders, my body struggling to take him. “Easy,” he soothed, kissing my temple. “You’re doing so good. God, you feel better than I ever imagined.” He eased deeper, inch by inch, until he filled me completely. He stilled, giving me time, his forehead pressed to mine. I nodded faintly, telling him to move. He rocked his hips slowly, the burn giving way to heat that made me moan against his mouth. Our rhythm was awkward at first, but soon it caught, and the world fell away.

Chapter 221 ROMAN “Rome , I love you. I love you.” She smiles into my lips and I laugh out loud. “I love you too.” I smile. As our kisses deepen I try to hold off the raging hard-on in my pants. Fuck, this isn’t the time. Ana, who is straddled over me, starts to slowly rock herself backwards and forwards over my cock and I close my eyes to hold off my arousal. She starts to really ride me as her kiss continues.

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

We are certainly not pleased with each other. But we had to mask it as the camera was on us. She put on a fake, sheepish smile while I struggled to smile. Her smile was so forced that I could almost hear her saying beneath it, “I hate you.” I had no choice but to plaster a fake grin on my face as well. We did not chat or communicate throughout the ride, unlike the other couples who I assumed were chatting non-stop. The car came to a halt in front of a gigantic mansion, and we stepped out of the car just like the other couples. As I predicted, they were clinging onto each other, and I saw them as jobless.

“Feel this. Feel how perfectly you take me. You’re mine, Mia. Every moan. Every shiver. Every child you give me. Mine.” She shattered around him with a cry, her body clenching tight. Damien followed moments later, burying himself deep as he spilled inside her, his groan low and raw against her neck. They stayed joined for long minutes, breathing together, his hand gently stroking her belly. The romance between them had never been simple — it was forged in fire, tempered by war, and strengthened by every impossible choice. But in moments like this, it felt like the only truth that mattered. The Next Morning

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.