The Divine Romance Novels & Stories

The man still has strong muscles in every part of his body. Accompanied by the moonlight, they reminisce about their youth. The room was filled with squeaks and sighs by two people who were always intoxicated with romance. ~ Jacob's face looked gloomy and annoyed all day. His wife had kept her word last night that they were going home as soon as possible. In the afternoon, they will return. This made Jacob feel grumpy. Just be careful if you get home, Jacob will blame his two children for disturbing his honeymoon. "Jake, come here and help me," said Maria, who was fixing her clothes. The middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful turned her waist in annoyance at her husband who was just si

It felt as if the house was holding its breath. My eyes drifted back to the envelope. My name was written on it. Debbie Edison, not babe or love. Just Debbie. A small, uneasy feeling curled in my chest. “You’re overthinking,” I murmured under my breath, even though my fingers were already reaching for it. It’s probably nothing but the moment I picked it up, I knew it wasn’t. The paper felt too stiff in my hands, it looked official. My stomach tightened as I opened it and then I stopped breathing. Divorce Agreement. The words didn’t make sense at first.

“You’re staring at each other again.” Noelle’s small voice cut through the thick silence. Sebastian stepped back immediately, releasing Nyra’s arm as if he’d been caught doing something forbidden. Nyra straightened, ignoring the sting in her grazed arm. “We’re not.” “You are,” Noelle insisted. “Like in the movies before they kiss.” Sebastian cleared his throat. “Enough.” Sirens wailed outside the lodge. Guests were being ushered away, security shouting instructions. The scent of gunpowder still hung in the air, mixing with pine and melted wax from fallen candles.

“Hmmm. What I can say it's that it takes more than attraction to keep a marriage. It takes purpose and trust to keep a marriage strong, and it takes romance to make a marriage enjoyable. If she's okay with having a feeble, uninteresting marriage where she just gets only safety and influence, then she can go ahead. But if she's not okay with it, she should back out else the marriage won't last.” I don't want to have a weak and uninteresting marriage with Dravon, I don't want to marry him just because of palace politics. I want purpose, trust and romance. I want our marriage to last, not just a one year thing. When Dravon said he wants more than just a marriage in name, what did he mean by “mo

"It was just my opinion, and what I see in all these" "Daphne would be out there, planning out his Divine move. " I chimed in, filled with the thoughts of Daphne's disappearance, she had this all planned out. She's using pieces in the game, to make blind moves. "What's a Divine move?" Damien inquired, reminding myself of how my father once made a Divine move wiping out all his enemies but hus strategies were weak which was the reason that led to his downfall. "It's a move, that can never be countered, it's a move only a god can make. If she pulls through her plans definitely there would be no way we can stop her, except we bend her to our will"I explained, trying to guess what her next step

"I mean my wolf has never been so active to call out to anyone or come out to me ever since it was bound. It only did the day I woke up I'm this place." They stayed there silently staring at each other. The sun had gone down and the moon was up. The charged atmosphere between them seemed to get more heated with every passing second. Suddenly there kissing and touching, hands all over each other. Divine was in pure bliss. He felt like he had been reborn and every instinct was telling him to mark her right then. "No no no no...." Divine said pulling away from her. "I can't do this...." "D....." She said.

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“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

"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.

the movie echoed. “Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears. “Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”. “Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned. “Fuck me harder,” she responded. Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl. Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.