The Monk A Romance Novels & Stories

Vampyre was at least 120 or 130 years old, but he only looked like he was in his forties. *** In a hot desert in India, a ragged and skinny monk traveled through the desert with a cane in his hand, taking one step at a time. This man was known as Daftmonk. He was a well-known ascetic in India. He had experienced a great deal of pain and was said to be able to ascend to the Buddhist realm after his death. Yet, he couldn’t resist the God’s Tomb’s temptation, so he was now dashing in the direction of God’s Tomb on foot.

The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves. My eyes widened. "My lady, I'm your husband… Shouldn't we be spending our wedding night together?" A snort of laughter came from the players' table. A muscular man named James Gibson shook his head and said, "Never seen someone this stupid. You walked right into it. The ghost bride needs a human sacrifice, sure. However, she also needs a husband. And any player who becomes her husband gets chopped into pieces. She hates men the most." I had just escaped one death trap and walked straight into another!

His eyes sparkled with a mix of tenderness and admiration. “I am grateful for you, Jonathan.” I confessed, my voice carrying my love and appreciation. Jonathan’s gaze never wavered from mine, his voice resonating with deep sincerity. “And I am grateful for you, my Angel. You’ve brought light and purpose into my immortal existence.“ Our words hung in the air, intertwining with the rustle of leaves and the gentle sway of the swing. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow across the landscape, Jonathan leaned in and captured my lips in a tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, conveying our deepest emotions and the unbreakable bond we shared.

"How was it? Is it correct that your blind-date partner is not up to your taste?" She nodded. "Is there anyone that you unexpectedly encountered who made your heart jump excitedly?" She nodded again. How could it jump excitedly? It nearly jumped to death! "Wow! Just as I had said, it is so accurate. Then, it was also raining. Are there any more romantic happenings?" Arya turned her head around and with her long hair still dripping water, she quietly said. "Sophie, ah...... This chance encounter if it is good, it is called romance but if it is bad, it is called a nightmare."

Suddenly, he heard a voice chanting, "Amitabha... " Looking back, he discovered a red-robed young monk stepping over in mid-air from the other end of the wood. He landed among the fighters. He had a bronzed complexion and looked muscular and robust. If he hadn't been a Buddhist monk, he might be mistaken for a butcher. A brown rosary was in his hand as he said slowly, "Please stop, almsgivers. Don't lose your sanity because of the Demonic Flower. There are no magic treasures here... "

Arion said dryly, as Mickelson wondered if the male blonde in front of him had lost his mind. " Make sure you don't get you, except you mind your head rolling on the floor" Arion added, as Mickelson nodded, before leaving. Mickelson knew fully well that he was venturing on a dangerous journey, but there's no harm in trying, especially if Adia comes out of that place alive, that would mean there's a little bit of humanity left in his boss. ***** "I Know a place we can go to,alliance boulangerie et caféine is the perfect place" suggested Monica as Adia smiled gratefully.

Francesca stated beaming at Joan. She knew her niece hadn't had a serious romantic affair since Dylan Reed. "Y...you are asking me to marry?" Joan stuttered, she couldn't comprehend her aunt's words. "Yes I am, a marriage of convenience."

My body betrayed me completely—my chest rose unevenly, my stomach fluttered, and the wet heat pooling in my core left me trembling. “Relax,” the stranger said softly, almost a whisper, yet every word vibrated through my chest. His accent made it sound like honey melting over steel, a mixture that had my knees weakening. He circled slowly, like a predator assessing his prey, and I hated how much I wanted to be that prey.

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

She practically fell into the first available empty seat she could find, three rows from the front, dropping her satchel to the floor with a thud. The air in the room had changed. It was charged, anticipatory. All eyes were fixed on him as he placed his coffee and bag on the lectern at the front. He didn’t need to call for silence. His presence commanded it. Scarlett’s fingers trembled as she opened her notebook. She dared not to look up. She bit her lip, trying to steady her thoughts. She had survived. Dr. Clarke began to speak, his voice filling the hall. “Today our topic is ‘Forbidden Romance’.”