The Divine Romance Novels & Stories

Her voice dropped to a hiss. “Because Blackwood found out who I truly was.” A pause. A flash of old shame. Then rage. “I am Divine. A being far older than him. I could draw life—extend mine—forever. And he hated me for it. But I was willing to make him the greatest. I already assisted in telling revelations I saw about his enemies making him win head of the table." She took a step closer to Avery, who lay defenseless, bleeding, her belly rising and falling as her baby fought with her.

"We are direct descendants of your nature and prowess! I am Dark, Lord of Divinity! She is my wife, Phuture, Goddess of Divinity! We humbly ask for your gracious benefits to restore our spiritual energy!" Dark's spiritual energy flowed from the bible, illuminating the classroom with an aura of glistening black and orange hue. They watched while the energy's aura continued its circular motion around the room, until it came crashing down on Dark and Phuture simultaneously. The duo's location changed after the aura crashed down on them from the ceiling. Phuture's intelligent guess was that they'd been transported to a world of divinity, but confusion wouldn't falter her from an attempt to retur

"But I'm curious, what does romance mean to you?" Max leaned in closer to Chloe, his voice low and husky, as he whispered softly into her ear, "Romance is like the changing sky at dusk, with colors shifting and blending together to create something new and beautiful each time. It's like the dance of fireflies on a warm summer evening, a dazzling display that takes your breath away.” His words flowed like a gentle stream, carrying with them the promise of something sweet and special. Chloe felt her heart skip a beat, and a shiver ran down her spine like a gentle breeze on a summer day, as she turned away to hide the reddened flush on her cheeks.

Aria's POV Through divine perception, I witnessed reality fracturing along theological lines as the goddess's fragments waged war not with weapons but with fundamental beliefs about existence itself. "I am love," her first fragment declared through dimensions that resonated with compassion. "Divinity exists to nurture, to connect, to bind all things in unity. Those who follow me understand that existence itself is an act of love." "You mistake sentiment for purpose," her second fragment countered through realms of perfect order. "I am law. Divinity exists to structure chaos, to create patterns from randomness. My followers know that existence requires rules."

He was a perfect candidate for me to build a family with. Even if I set those qualities aside, the fact that he couldn't defeat me in a fight and would listen to me in the future was an undeniable perk. Again, I was no fool. There was no way I would divorce such a perfect spouse like him. Of course, Oliver was also aware that it was impossible to divorce me. Thus, he glared at me fiercely and muttered in a voice he thought was inaudible to me, "Just you wait, Melinda. Once you're pregnant, and your belly is protruding, I will beat the shit out of you!"

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

I needed more. Lifting myself half off him, I slammed back down. Lost totally in the feel of him, my hands slapped onto the window behind his head to gain leverage. It was a magical night; the lights illuminating the snow that fell right outside our window were so pretty, but I didn't see any of it. My eyes were blind to anything but him. Dion Granger. Lead singer of Dionysus Rising and the best damn lover in the world. The man who was fucking me straight into another orgasm.

~Elena’s POV~ "Just sign the damn papers, Elena." Damian's voice is flat. Devoid of any emotion. Like I’m nothing. He talks like our time together, the kisses, the way my name dances on his lips every time he is on the edge, the flowers, the dates, the 'I LOVE YOUs', the memories, the promises, like they all meant absolutely nothing. I stare at the divorce papers in my trembling hands, my breath coming off in pants, my pulse hammering like a war drum inside my chest. My fingers tighten around the pages, as if by sheer force I can crush the reality staring me in the face.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

she soothed and he sighed in bitterness. He knew it was forbidden for demons and angels to be at good terms. He and Evelyn were the first of divine creature to be ever fated by the heavens. The first day he met her by the river bank that demarcated the Angel and demons kingdom, she was only eighteen years, he fell in love with her at first sight and he knew he had to have her as his but she, upon seeing him screamed and ran away from him.