The Romantic Cultivator Novels & Stories

Love in a cottage might be an ideal, a daydream, a fantasy now relegated to her childhood, but secretly Elena still adhered to the belief ‘Better a humble home where love is than a mansion without it’—and, of course, there had never been any doubt in her mind whatsoever that when it came to the material things in life what Roth had to offer the woman he loved... The woman he loved. She bit her lip as Roth started to walk away from her. Once he had gone she stared out of the bedroom window. It overlooked the formal gardens to one side of the house. Like the house, they had an air of neglect; of being unloved. Sylvie’s vivid imagination soon filled the neglected borders with lush herbaceous pl

Roman finished the last of the planting and stood up, looking out over the Adirondacks. ​He was wealthy beyond measure, but he lived in a world of silence and soil. He had no empire, no throne, and no reputation left in the world of men. He was a ghost who had found his grave and decided to plant a garden over it. ​He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, worn piece of white lace—the scrap Vivienne had torn from her wedding dress on the night they arrived. He let the wind catch it for a moment, the fabric fluttering like a trapped butterfly, before he tucked it back into his pocket, close to his heart.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Finally, College Romance is a wrap but there is actually a book I should have posted before it. The story of their parents titled HER PERSONALITY. It's a short book do I will be updating this soon. 🖤🖤HER PERSONALITY🖤🖤 ___________________________ AUTHORESS RICKY _____________________________ ✍️SYNOPSIS✍️ Not every lady want to be a queen that would be pampered by a man or been boss around or just a full house wife.

She looked like the perfect slut, and Ryker’s cock was already hardening again at the sight. “Get on the couch,” he ordered, voice rough. “On your back. Spread those legs wide. I’m not done using you.” Riana obeyed instantly, lying back on the velvet couch and pulling her knees up to her chest, exposing her dripping cunt completely. Her pussy lips were swollen and puffy from the pounding she had already taken, glistening with creamy white cum that oozed out slowly. The sight made Ryker’s dick throb painfully. He climbed between her spread thighs and rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her messy slit, coating himself in their combined juices. “Look at this sloppy fucking pussy,” he

"Did Ravenna talk your ear off about that mystery man of hers again?" "A little." I sat down on the low stone wall beside her flower bed, watching her hands work the soil with the same patience she'd probably used to raise a half-feral boy into the man who now ran half the underworld on the West Coast. The garden had grown so much since we'd moved into the new house — roses climbing the back fence, herbs in neat little rows, a small patch of wildflowers Loretta had let run free because, she said, *some things shouldn't be tamed completely.* "Loretta, can I ask you something?"

There was a trace of puzzlement in her eyes as she looked at Fabian, who hadn't been back for very long. Fabian's smile grew even brighter, yet it appeared all the more hideous and grotesque. "Yup." Yvonne walked closer to the sea of roses. I could tell she liked it very much, but there was something strange about her expression. "How did the roses here grow so well?" Yvonne murmured, gently stroking the rose blossoms. "Of course they're blooming beautifully. Yvonne, I know who you hate the most, so I turned him into fertilizer to nourish these roses."

The funny thing was the more he tried to satisfy himself before letting go, the more he wanted It wasn't a lie when he said Adrianna is intoxicating. Roman raised his head and stared at the bulge that had reduced before he let out an annoying hiss. Remembering that just a touch from her can make him arouse annoys him because she wasn't Dianne It is Dianne's touch that was supposed to be the magical touch. He felt the need to go out of the pack house and have some cool breeze so he made his way out of his room. Roman made his way to the garden where they had been this morning. He stood there staring at the beautiful flowers that he never knew existed at the back of his house.

“The house isn’t creepy.” “Yes, it is,” Owen and Caroline said in unison. Ben dipped his roller back into the paint tray. “It has character.” Caroline hopped down from the stool and wiped paint from her hands. A streak of green smeared across her forehead. “This house has the same amount of character as Amityville.” Ben laughed and stepped closer, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe the paint from her skin. “My house is not haunted. It just needs some attention.”

It was a great spot for lovers, the bench was located at the far end of the garden where the red roses were grown, thr gardener must have been a helpless romantic, he had cultivated the flowers to grow in a love shape just around the bench. "This is so beautiful." He said crossing over the flowers so he could reach the bench, he turned back with his hands stretched. "Here." He said offering his help. I shook my head, no one has ever done this for me in a romantic way except Dave who always looked after me as his sister. "I can manage." I smiled. He raised his brow, "I insist." He held the hand refusing to let it down. Almost hesitantly I slid my soft hands into his bigger ones. He held them