The Sacred Romance Novels & Stories

the priest said in a calm, dutiful voice, "are quite finished... devouring each other with their eyes, we may begin the sacred rites." My soul nearly left my body. A ripple of muffled laughter spread through the pack. Someone actually snorted. Rosemarie clapped a hand over her mouth. Even Lorenzo's shoulders shook in amusement. Lucretius, the shameless man that he was, did not look embarrassed in the slightest. In fact, he slid his hand up my waist. Slowly and deliberately. Then he whispered, "See? Even the Moon Goddess is jealous." "Lucretius!" I hissed under my breath, burning from head to toe.

Joan asked, confused by her aunt's words. "Well, it's an ancient practice, used only by a few at the moment" "An ancient practice that produces a huge amount of dollars, and I've never heard of it?" it was Joan's turn to stare at Francesca with some apprehension. To make Joan understand, Francesca brings out a shortlist of men -two men really- who had asked for her services and were capable of financing Hargreaves Corporation. "Pick one out of this two you would go on a date with," Francesca knew this was a no-brainer, of the two men, one was a fifty-one-year-old widow and the other a twenty-eight-year-old bachelor.

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

Ava has made it clear she doesn't welcome me, and who knows how many nobles and elitists in the royal family's circle secretly hate the idea that a commoner could marry a Prince? The King continued his speech, talking about the history of HarmonyMatch and how it has been created and perfected by our forefathers to save humankind and so on. It's a speech we've all heard before, but we still look at the King as if we're all just hearing it for the first time.

Then the familial bond, that which is between my son and I, once again snatched me back from death's grip. This is the power of the sacred bond. It took me, May Jacobs. A human girl who was alone and unloved. Broken and shattered. Then it pieced me together. Making sure to leave me mended whole again. Indeed, the sacred bond mended me whole.

My mother shouted, and everyone paused for a second to understand what she meant. My mother rose, bruised and staggering, with a sharp, glistening knife in her hand. "Under the power of the moon goddess, I, Mara, the mother of Selene, sacrifice my life to prevent anyone from killing her daughter. Anyone who takes her life will bring an eternal curse to this pack!" She decreed, her sharp voice cutting through the entire hall, and everyone froze as they watched her in surprise as she stabbed herself continuously while looking straight at me with compassion in her eyes.

The question hits me like cold water. My breath stalls. “Caleb…” “Relax.” He kisses my collarbone. “I just want to know what we’re working with.” “We’re fine,” I answer. “That’s not a number.” I hesitate. And he notices. His hand slides down again, but this time the touch isn’t seductive; it is threatening in its sweetness. “Damian,” he whispers into my ear, “tell me.” I exhale shakily. “Enough for a new life.”

Milady, I know you don't know me and probably will never know me or hear from me after this, but there is something you need to know. My name is Scarlet and I am a bar wench down by the taverns. Your Austin talks about you often, and I know many things about you. The reason I do is because he has slept with me time and again while he was looking for you and assumed you never wanted to see him again. He has no intention of telling you any of this for fear that you will never trust him again. I hope you get all that you deserve, milady. Scarlet

The crimson stain spread rapidly across the midnight blue fabric, creating a jarring disruption to the solemn ceremony. Gasps echoed through the council chamber. Such a breach of protocol during a sacred ritual wasn't merely clumsy—it was openly sacrilegious. Swift River attendees stared in shocked silence, their expressions ranging from disbelief to outrage. "How unfortunate," Giana murmured with false sympathy. "Perhaps someone with steadier hands should perform the ritual?" Before I could respond, Luna Elena stepped forward. "These things happen during sacred ceremonies," she said with remarkable composure. "It is why I always bring a second set."

The airy floral scent of the rose filled Liora’s nostrils and warmth brought her beneath the stars again. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ It seemed silly to think that, but something was flickering in the flames. Ronin swiped at his eyes, forcing himself to see through the grief. It looked silver streak of white light, like a tiny seam in the fabric of reality, getting longer and wider. “What the hell is that?!” Lucien yelled from behind. “Who put sacred birch in the pyre?!”