Spring Of Romance Novels & Stories

Lexa Spring Kaleb’s hand is a solid, warm presence on my lower back as we move through Aunt Sarah’s rose garden. Most of the flowers are in bloom, which is the doing of her powers, or someone’s powers, seeing as the air still feels crisp, and the grass is a sharp, neon green–fresh and slightly crunchy. The deep emerald green satin of my gown stretches to its limits over the swell of my belly. My skin aches and itches, and it’s taking all of my strength not to scratch. I fill my lungs, letting a breath out slow. We move through the haze of spring greens surrounded by the soft scent of roses, but Kaleb’s fingers curl into a fist against my lower spine, pressing just enough to relieve some of t

Lola said, "Don't disturb the lovers' date!" Spring is quietly sprouting, everything is growing, the heat and vitality hidden in the earth are bursting out energetically, the warm wind ripens the cherry trees, the original small cherries grow vigorously under the warm wind, become plump, bear a unique red color, like the most tender blood of a dove. The purple scimitar passed over the cherries, deeply cutting the cake, like spreading wings, blocking any gap that might "leak" spring, as if to seal off the spring light, keeping all the warmth and sweetness in this land.

Fuck rule number 1 to 3, we're gonna love each other until the end. "Ryder," I tried to protest. "That doesn't count—" but before I could finish, his lips had crashed into mine, claiming me once again. Ah, what the hell. Rolling my eyes at myself, I let the stupid paper fall to the ground and put my arms around Ryder's waist, pulling him closer to me. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Ericson, their attention completely elsewhere, turn and walk away without so much as acknowledging her presence. “Dawn!!” Spring’s voice trembles with fury, her face twisting into a mask of rage. "Do you think you can win this game? You don’t know who you’re dealing with!" Her words are full of venom as she glares at Dawn, her chest heaving with anger.

*Logan* The palace's lush gardens were alive with the colors of spring, their fragrance drifting on the gentle breeze. It was here, amid the vibrant blooms, that Allegra and I found our sanctuary. A week had passed since our return, yet it felt like time had stitched together a tapestry of stolen moments and intimate whispers. Each encounter crackled with a youthful excitement as if we were teenagers navigating the thrilling waters of first love.

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VANESSA'S POV Spring announced itself not with a fanfare, but with a slow, relentless drip from the lodge's eaves and the faint, sweet scent of wet earth waking beneath the snow. The world was softening at the edges. Inside the great hall, the map on the wall was no longer a winter's curiosity; it was a spring blueprint, its annotations the subject of daily planning and debate.

I swear, I could despoil a nunnery. "Spring?" Rachel looked my way. Sakuniyas was the feminine version of the spring season. It signaled rebirth, a fresh start and shedding of the dour cloak of winter, aka Death. Know your chicks, figure out their desires and pander to them. There was the minor complication that she wanted to consummate her relationship with my Grandfather, not me, but I liked a challenge. "Is that an acceptable compromise?" I asked, while already knowing the answer. "Finding you useful brings me no pleasure," Shammy/Sakuniyas grumbled.

More and more, feel the burning heat in Romeo's body. How can it smell like this? Romeo was restrained. It couldn't be because of Rena's hair that he became very wild. He could smell the wisteria flower from afar; a delicate fragrance signaled spring. In the past, he had a strange time when he smelled the scent that emanated from Rena's body. He had never smelled such a scent before.

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.