The Divine Romance Book Novels & Stories

The warmth of her skin against mine ignited a fervent desire, fueling my desire for her. Her breath quickened, matching the rhythm of my own heartbeat. With each thrust, she gasped as my hands traced the delicate arch of her back, the curve of her waist, and the contours of her hips. I explored the landscape of her body, committing it to memory with an insatiable hunger. My fingers danced along the curves of her body, tracing invisible patterns that ignited her senses. Her skin, warm and inviting, begged for my touch. I obliged, leaving a trail of fiery kisses along her neck, her collarbone, and down to the swell of her breasts.

"Yes. I want it." He swallows down his throat, taking a deep breath without breaking my stare. "Here." His voice is gruff and he presses the book against my lower back which propels our bodies further against each other. "Anything else you want?" He utters his words slowly, each phrase rolling off his tongue—what's that word... Divine. Absolutely divine. ******

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® @Paranormal @Romance MR. GORGEOUS Two weeks flew by... The sun shone brightly..the wind blew caressing each skin. Roxanne stood on the balcony of the library, her eyes fixed on the book on her hands. It was too abnormal to her.. she was reading a paranormal story, something she has never read before. It was all about Wolf's. She sighed and closed the book. The book title was; A DEMON IN LOVE

She gazed down at the reddish cover. "A Forbidden Romance Between a Goddess and Human" she read the title. She shrugged, the title was prevalent but it was better than nothing. She sat on the floor and put the book on her labs and got engrossed. Opening the first chapter, her eyes scanned through every word, reading line by line and before she knew it, she was already on the next chapter and the chapter, totally forgetting the time or the world outside the book, lost in the abyss of imagination. Smiles and giggles left her lips she read how a human saved a goddess and they fell head over heels for each other but their love was forbidden, it was a sin punishable by death.

But his voice was quite stern and I could hear him clearly. “I’m standing right in front of the room of that girl, Sir. She is an orphan and a commoner”. “I’ve told you millions of times that I don’t need commoners. Yes, I did ask you to find red-eyed vampires and bring them on our side but I didn’t mean that you could bring commoners. I know that they are of divine blood too but they are too weak and if they are weak that means they are also weak in their relationship with the Goddess”, said the hooded guy

"Is it scaring you?" "I don't want you to loose your innocence." I inhaled her divine scent. "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the doom of my enemies..." She whispered on my lips. "I am here to take care of your enemies... You don't have to do your hands dirty." She is already in my dark world but I don't want her to get consumed by it. This darkness shouldn't dim her light. She gently placed her lips on mine, making me drink the wine from her mouth. Her lips moved like rhythm.

TW: This book is provocative. It is categorized as DARK ROMANCE for a reason. It will not be for everyone. If you are a reader with certain triggers or sensitivities common to the dark romance genre then know that this book contains: a very dirty talker hero, sexual degradation, dubcon, rough play, and s&m themes. ♕—Delilah Lorenzo pulled away breathing heavily, a raindrop slid down my face and into my parted lips. Being in Lorenzo's arms and not feeling any fear was terrifying because it felt so good. I can't deny the fact that I had never felt safer than I do in his arms.

He had slipped it onto my finger and kissed me in the firelight and I had felt the dark thrill of it move through me and had not examined the darkness in the thrill. I examined it now, sitting on the stone steps of Brocandale Manor three weeks later with the diamond catching the last of the evening light and sending its fractured promises across my skin. The divorce was not final. Josiah had not been served, or had been served and had not responded, or the process was moving through its necessary channels at the pace these things moved. Carlisle had handled it, or was handling it, or someone he employed was handling it. The details arrived to me in the same vague and reassuring register as e

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.