The Sacred Romance Novels & Stories

Darcy fluttered into Felix's arms like a butterfly, completely changing from the vicious woman who had just tormented me. She spoke in a sweet, almost childlike voice, “Babe, where have you been? If I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have known someone snuck in here trying to seduce you!

he said, voice perfectly casual, “what does Bataille mean when he says the sacred is only possible through profanation?” The room went quiet. Every eye turned to her. Ivy swallowed. The plug shifted as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. She felt the trickle of wetness slide further down her thigh. “It… it means that true ecstasy comes from breaking taboos,” she managed, voice trembling. “From defiling what is supposed to be untouchable.” Gabriel’s smile was slow, approving—and terrifying in its intimacy.

She had never touched anyone like this before, with such all-consuming hunger that it seemed to swallow every other thought she might have had. She had only just begun to explore her own body and the unfamiliar bloom of pleasure before her life had been cut short, and everything about this felt new to her, overwhelming and intoxicating at once. These sensations rushing through the form she inhabited now were different from anything she had known while she was alive, sharper in some ways and more fragile in others, as though desire itself were the thread holding her together.

When he finally turned to face her, their eyes met, and only then did she answer. “As you already know, Sacred and I are bound by nothing more than a marriage of convenience,” she said, her voice steady but edged with a quiet defiance. “So there is absolutely no reason for you to treat him with such hostility. He stood by me when no one else did. He stepped forward when I had no one to lean on—he shielded me, protected me, and took responsibility. And I want you to understand this, Phillian: there is no romance between us. None. Believe that or not—it doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that he cared enough to step in when it would’ve been easier for him to walk away. You may think little

She just handed the soju and offered a bottle with him. "Drink" Nao drank a bottle as little taste. Meanwhile, Loki was crying and drinking. He was looking at many people dating and having fun together. "I don't want to love again. I don't want anymore" Loki complained many times and over again. Nao rubbed her back and swing his hand softly on her hair. "Don't cry, It was just part of our life" "But why?! am still betrayed?" she asked mad.

She didn't feel that she would be able to fight Cosmo, because whenever she was under the creature's influence, she would also feel that what Cosmo wanted would become her own. “How about you search starting with the story of the sacred bird that was killed by the previous king? What caused the origin of this curse?” Liam tried to give advice after he has organized his thoughts properly and has now made up his mind to help Mila. “Sacred bird?” Mila knew about the story. However, she didn't think it was a true story. “Is it a true story?” Mila asked a little skeptically. Liam then slowly walked over to Mila and stood beside her with a book in his hand. "As you believe about the existence of t

They were married for five years yet Michael had no idea that Christina knew how to play the piano! Ballade pour Adeline was a song that was enjoyed by a great number of people through different times. There was a beautiful legend in Greek mythology. A long time ago, there was a lonely king named Pygmalion in the Kingdom of Cyprus. He created a sculpture of a charming young lady and admired her allure every day and inevitably fell in love with the sculpture eventually. He prayed to the gods for a miracle of love. His sincerity and perseverance moved the god of love Aphrodite thus giving life to the sculpture. Since then, the lucky king and the elegant young lady lived happily ever after.

At least, the serious conversation was over. "What was my fault and my sin, baby? You wasted my holy love. Look at the moves that I will give. Rocking Horse. Rocking Horse." That was the excerpt of the verse part from a dangdut song 'Jaran Goyang' or ‘Rocking Horse’ by Nella. Rocking Horse itself was one of the most popular black magic in Indonesia whereby a person is made to fall in love, by the way.

and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, arrogant, and ruthless businessman. Never in my dreams, I thought you can be a ‘hopeless romantic’ too.” "See, when it comes to romance, I believe in keeping it simple. For a second, did you call me ‘hopeless romantic’ by any chance?", his words held a little annoyance. Very little that to be noted.

Hera stopped talking and closed her eyes, not continuing what she was saying. Rania then covered her face, and she cried like a scared child. Hera saw that by hugging her daughter, she was too hard on her daughter, who had just experienced a disaster due to an evil person who wanted the Guinevere family to fall at the hands of her husband. There was even an illegitimate child, and she heard Sara if the boy had come to Guinevere's castle with the help of someone she had now lost track of. Even Sara herself can't track her, which means.