Standalone Fantasy Romance Novels & Stories

Riley was in heaven. She sat on the beach of her sprawling estate home waiting for her super sexy badass boyfriend to come home. Yeah, she was claiming his shit. She figured if he could just up and claim her then she was claiming his house, his pool, his cars (except for the dented BMW), the golf course (who knew he had a golf course!), a few hotels, a yacht, a nightclub and various other businesses she had yet to lay claim to. She didn't want the casinos though. She told him in graphic detail her thoughts on gambling. He thought she was being oversensitive because of Cilia. She thought he was being an asshole for not getting rid of his casinos. Their fight ended in bed, as usual.

Their emotions, stronger than the brick wall sent signals to them. “Guys! I think he's here.” Hailey screamed after her skin jolted. “I so much wished my mate loved me half as much as Hailey loves Zac.” Eliza groaned. Harry had cheated on her and declared that he was gay, leaving her for his long time friend. She didn't really care as she already liked someone else, who liked Hailey. Stefan Fernandez. Tough, painful, skin burning love. Watching a man you love tell you about how much he's in love with your best friend who you love equally as much, slightly littler than you love this man and the only thing you're grateful for us the fact that she doesn't like or want him is how Eliza had been

It was like a headily spiced wine that was smooth yet leaves a trail of fire in one’s throat—no, it was like an aged cognac, fragrant and spicy. Crocell dived into his safe place, kissing his beloved angel passionately—tongues clashing against each other in a battle of dominance. Lux may not look like it but he’s quite competitive. He doesn’t like lying down just to take it. He may be faint and dainty but Crocell is fucking sure he has better stamina than him and the demon lives for it. “I will always love you. In any lifetime.” Crocell whispered into his lover’s face who is beautifully contorted in pleasure—they both know whatever they have is bound to end. A demon and an angel? Together? T

The Bound to the fallen angel is a dark fantasy romance about fate, obsession, second chances, and a love that survives across lifetimes. Welcome to the beginning bitches!

Her heart throb crazily as she tried to deny the possibility, but then she saw a piece of paper on another spot. She swallowed nervously and walked towards it and when she picked it up, its reads: “YOU ENJOYED LAST NIGHT? Well, I thought it will be easy to leave after just one night but I realized it's impossible to let you moan another man’s name. Since I fucked you, then I have to be the only one who will continue doing that to you.” Ariana chuckled, then bit her lips as she read the last words. “Wait for me, My Lady Judge. I will be back in a year. I promise.”

"Yes, Babe go on." "You like that?" "Yes lick it more babe, hmm that's it you're hitting the spot." "Love it? Louder babe." "Oh yes, go on!" I am here in the dark garden with the guy, maybe God knows him, but not me. I missed this. It's been weeks since my last. He's so good. We met earlier and decided not to attend the poem reading. Well, this a lot way better than that. He stood up and kissed my neck. He faced me on the ground , I know what he wants. So I bent down , he raised my skirt up to my waist and he unbuckled his pants.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

They are now both facing each other while under the ray of light coming from the window. Then Lark resolutely made up his mind and he kneeled on one knee while looking up facing Earth. His action of kneeling surprised Earth but he didn’t stop him. “Let me formally introduce myself to you, I am Lark knightly, from the clan Effulgence, a believer of the bringer, the destined Guardian of the Coin of Destiny. I humbly request a pact of loyalty, and I swear to protect and follow your lead even if it cost my own life” Lark said while looking him in the eyes as he request pledge loyalty.

There was nothing warm or romantic about her escapade with Nikjin and so when Erin woke up sometime after their first romp, all she wanted to do was to get the rest of the aphrodisiac’s effect out of her system. He was asleep beside her, looking so peaceful and impossibly gorgeous but she felt no tenderness toward him. All she felt was a strong desire to jump on him and ride him ruthlessly as he had ridden her not too long ago until every last drop of Zokman’s vile potion was completed removed from her body. Only then will she be able to think clearly and plan a way to get out of here after successfully ruining her captor’s political ambitions.

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.