Tales Of.arise Romance Novels & Stories

He wanted to taste her first. He slipped his hands under her rump and lifted her to his mouth. She cried out. Her legs wrapped tighter about him, then trembled with each slow lick. He began a tender exploration, but soon, Aya's little cries incited him to push it harder and faster. She dug her heels into him and writhed against him. He held on to her hips and applied vampire speed to his tongue.

Arielle rolled her eyes but smiled faintly. “Suit yourself.” She wandered into a bookstore nearby. The cool smell of paper and wood filled the small space. For the first time all day, she felt relaxed. No tense silences. No careful conversations. Just quiet. After twenty minutes she returned outside with a book in her hands. Roman glanced at the cover. “Romance?” “Absolutely not.” “Looks suspicious.” “It’s historical fiction.” “Same thing.” Arielle laughed despite herself. “You’re impossible.” Roman opened the car door again.

He groaned against my ear. I raised my head up and gazed into his eyes, "Yes I did. I missed you much." He smiled happily, without a word he brings his lips down to mine, his hands going around my waist bringing me closer to him... than I could have ever been. My fingers roughly dig into his hair my lips moving against his mouth. His tongue dives into my mouth, exploring the inner walls of my mouth, his fingers at the same time... working on my zip. Aris carried me up in his arms, and laid me on the bed. First he made me sit on the bed, then pulled off my gown.. leaving me in just my underwear.

In his touch, she found completeness, and his presence brought her a sense of belonging she had long yearned for. As the morning light danced upon the room, Arlet reflected on the journey that had led them here. The unspoken words and shared glances had woven a tapestry of emotions between them, painting a love story that surpassed words. It was a language of touch, of stolen moments, and of silent promises.

He kissed my forehead, his lips a gentle whisper of comfort. "It's late, my love. Why don't you take a shower, rest, and let your worries fade away? I'll step out for a while, but I'll be back soon," Romain said, his voice gentle and soothing. I smiled, feeling a flutter in my chest. "Come soon, Romain." His expression softened, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. "I will, my love. You're my mate, Aria. And once you get to feel your wolf, you'll understand how I feel for you.

i have big plans for Ellaria and Arren, their story is meant to be rollercoaster of angst, drama, emotions and the scariness of falling in love. with a little grace from the moon goddess, you’ll all hopefully stick around till the end <3

Because of course Caspian would treat being suspected of treason like a mild inconvenience. I turned away, pretending to busy myself with my trunk. “Goodnight, Stormborne.” “Ari…” he started, but I cut him off with a raised hand. “Nope. No more confessions. No more explanations. No more whatever this is.” I gestured vaguely between us, refusing to say the word kiss. “I need sleep. You should try it too, before your mysterious teleporting habit kicks in again and you land in the girls’ bathroom or something.” That earned me the tiniest ghost of a smile. “Goodnight, Ari.”

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

“You deserve the world, Aria. Every flower, every light, every moment. I want you to look back on this day and feel nothing but happiness.” He kissed her deeply, slowly, pouring emotion into the kiss. For a moment, all her doubts melted away. The warmth of his lips, the strength of his hands, the way he held her like she was the most precious thing in his life — it made her believe everything would be okay. That night, back in his penthouse, they made love with a passion that left them both breathless and trembling. Adrian took his time, worshipping her body with his mouth and hands, kissing every inch of her skin until she was arching and moaning his name. He entered her slowly, deeply, the

"So, I'd like to ask, what kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves using a girlfriend's supplementary card to buy the mentee a Tiffany necklace? What kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves booking a king-size room together at a hot spring hotel?" The room erupted in murmurs. Everly's face turned pale. She instinctively grabbed onto Jeremy's sleeve. "You... You're lying! That was for work!" she screamed. I gestured for Justin Orson to play the projection. On the screen appeared a list of transactions alongside corresponding social media posts. [December 1: Thank you for the necklace, Jeremy. I love it.] [Transaction: 2000 dollars charged to Jeremy's supplementary card.] [December 24: