Standalone Fantasy Romance Novels & Stories

“This cold-blooded and blind man, I’ll punch him every time I see him. Until no one would be able to recognize him.” The corner of Christina’s lips lifted into a grin. “You talk like you’re a one-woman man!” “I’m a fickle lover because I haven’t met the one I love. If I meet her, I’ll definitely be the world's most loyal man to her!”

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

The library where I am is more like an old one. I woke up late in the evening and saw that half an hour had passed since the event started. They must be looking for me now. That's why I immediately left the library and went straight to Building D, still yawning. As soon as I quietly entered the room from which no one seemed to notice my presence, my stepsister's introduction sprung up to me and I saw how she was standing uncomfortably in the center of the circle. “Hello, I’m Isla Encantar. I’m a transfer student from the Philippines and am a senior in multimedia arts. Thank you.”

Skyler Jefferson lived in a medium apartment on the eastern coast of A city. She lived there alone. Her mother would always nag her to get herself a boyfriend but there hasn’t been any man that pleased her eyes, at least not romantically. It wasn’t that she was ugly appearance-wise, no she wasn’t. Skyler was beautiful, with shoulder-length honey brown hair, mesmerizing grey eyes, and hearty lips, she would easily get anyone, only that she wasn’t interested.

Still, everything he was saying unnerved and excited every fiber of my being in the same instant. I knew it was foolish. I also knew I couldn’t possibly take another round, yet here I was, winding my body with his, begging without words for him to keep going. Until this moment, I’d chalked up the romance novels I read to fantasy. Ludicrous notions of perfection that no one could achieve outside their dreams. There’s always something. A cough, a fart, even hair in the worst possible place—something jarring the all-consuming sensations back to realism. But this? This wasn’t that. He wasn’t that.

Pairing: Lurav Yent x Uriel Linel Genre: Dark Angel x Human Fantasy Romance Warnings: Explicit content, dark themes, obsession, wings kink, supernatural seduction, forbidden desire. . . The first time Lurav Yent saw Uriel Linel, the sky tore open above the crumbling cathedral.

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

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.

Something that made my pussy throb and swell the longer I stood there taking in the sight before me. Let me give you a little back story. The thing is my boyfriend is your “typical man of dreams”, the one who buys gifts, surprises you with flowers, is five minutes from time to pick you from work, vacations… you know… over performing in everything but sex! Now watching the same spineless man on all fours taking such huge massive black cocks… too many thoughts were running on my mind at the same time! One of which included, taking a turn on him and showing him just how much, I’d loved to be rimmed.

“You like her.” Corey looked down at his plate, “Yes.” The table became quiet and Jethro’s teasing expression disappeared. His mother reached across the table and touched Corey’s hand. “Then don’t be afraid of it.” Corey looked at her, afraid of what? “Loving someone.” He swallowed. "You know everything that’s happening.” I know. “I don’t want her caught in the middle.” His mother squeezed his hand. Sometimes you cannot protect the people you love by keeping them at a distance. Corey remembered Mama Uyioku’s words. Stand beside her, not in front of her.’He nodded slowly, “I know.”