Sports Romance Series Novels & Stories

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

Now, this thing was what all my romance books talked about. The kiss that was better than any kiss before, and no kiss would ever compare. Even though I will never tell that to Nathaniel I can admit it here. I never wanted this kiss to end. My hands once again found their way to his face and up to his hair, while his hands were pulling me closer while also roaming over my back. Everywhere he touched there were tingles from his touch. But it suddenly wasn't enough for me so I pushed my lower body as close to him as I could get and at the same time slid my tongue over his lower lip, asking for entrance.

“In the end. Juliet takes potion that makes it look like she’s dead, so she doesn’t have to marry someone else. Romeo believes her dead and kills himself. She wakes, finds him dead, and kills herself too.” “Fucking hell,” Reid’s eyebrows lifted. “And that’s the world’s greatest romance that everyone raves about?” Jasper laughed. The lights dimmed, and the noise around them changed pitch, everyone’s eyes focusing on the new ring that had been prepared. “Are you ready?” Someone announced over the speakers. “Yes!” The crowd called back. “I can’t hear you?” “Yes!” was screamed. Jasper laughed; the sound hidden amongst the scream. “Then let us begin!”

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

Avery let out a soft, dazed gasp against Vivian’s mouth, her hands instantly sliding up the linen of Vivian's blazer to cradle her jaw, deepening the pressure, matching the desperate intensity stroke for stroke. They tasted like morning stillness, sharp citrus, and a dangerous, mutual surrender. Vivian’s grip tightened, her body pressing Avery back until Avery’s spine hit the heavy timber of a nearby pillar. The warehouse sanctuary faded into a blur of heat and shadows. Neither of them was acting for the cameras, and neither of them was thinking about the board of directors. For the first time since they had signed the marriage certificate at City Hall, they weren't protecting an investment—

“We talked. And—something happened.” Victoria let out a soft, surprised breath but didn’t interrupt. Felicity looked down at her fingers. “I slept with him. Again. And I feel stupid because this morning everything is still a mess. And then Imran texted me today that he’s in town. We even had lunch and he said he wants to try again.” Her voice cracked. “I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.” Victoria placed a comforting hand on her back. “Fel… you’re overwhelmed. Anybody would be.”

My eyes drifted down to his lips, and I found myself staring intently at his reddish lips. These are the lips that are always kissing me. "Hmm..." he groaned in the middle of his deep sleep. I suddenly felt his hug tighten around me. He nuzzled his face even deeper into my neck, causing me to freeze. "I love you," he whispered softly to me. I didn't know if he was dreaming or what, but I really couldn't help but to feel happy and feel that romantic excitement toward him. Is he even thinking of me in his sleep? "I love you too," I said softly to him, playing with the bridge of his sharp nose.

And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private. "This is our most popular section," Edward said, noticing my reaction. "Romance readers are loyal. And they buy a lot of books." "I can see that." Next to it was fantasy. Then a section labeled "Romantasy" that made my heart skip. Sarah J. Maas. Jennifer L. Armentrout. Rebecca Yarros. All my favorites, beautifully displayed. "You read?" Edward asked. "Yeah. A lot, actually." "What genres?" "These, mostly." I gestured to the romance and fantasy sections. "Dark romance. Romantasy. Anything with morally gray characters and impossible love stories."

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.