Villan Romance Novels Novels & Stories

‘Come, Carrie, Helena says you have not seen the whole of the villa,’ she said kindly as she led her away from a smiling Alexis. The villa was beautiful. No, more than beautiful, thought Carrie. It was out of this world. Mosaic tiles covered most of the ground-floor rooms, with richly coloured Oriental rugs thrown down. The effect was simple but elegant. Marble fireplaces dominated the larger rooms, and the furnishings were from the finest French and Italian craftsmen. The original sculptured cornices and ceiling paintings left Carrie breathless with ■ wonder. There were many Grecian artifacts, French statuettes, original paintings. So much, she hardly dared touch a thing for fear of knockin

Each kiss between us never left us breathless; instead, they seemed to extend for hours, fueled by an inexhaustible passion. “I love you, Mia.” As we broke the kiss, he whispered and pecked my forehead with affection. I reversed our positions with a swift motion, now straddling him. “My vampire, I love you more.” I confessed my love, planting a lingering kiss on his lips. “You always take advantage of your power, Mia.” He remarked, flipping me onto my back once again. “You also never miss an opportunity, Jonathan.” I retaliated, flipping us once more and pinning his hands against the soft mattress.

She realized the spell was in effect. Lillie had caught Paul with another woman, Jennifer. Lillie was selfish of him and if she could not have him, no one could. The couple had a standing date for Friday night. He had supper with her. She had prepared his favorite dinner. He was relaxing in the dining area, waiting for supper. He started recalling the passionate night he experienced with Jennifer. Jennifer is a twenty-two-year-old maiden with lengthy blonde hairstyle. She had conquered the desires of Paul. Her skin was ivory with the tenderness of a newborn baby. Her blue eyes glisten like jewels in the sunshine. She can see into her spirit through her eyes. Her heart manifests innocence and

"Have you ever been in love?" I blinked. I wasn't expecting that. "I had a goldfish once." "That's not what I meant." "He was a really nice goldfish." She shook her head. "I don't know if he told you this but Kaden was once very much in love." I shifted in my seat, Ignoring the possessiveness swelling in my belly. "What happened?" "She didn't love him back," Illiana said simply. "It broke his heart. I didn't think he'd ever get over her. It hurt me as his mother seeing him like that."

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

"But I can promise that whatever happens..." He squeezed his hand. "You won't face it alone." Something inside Cassian cracked. Like an old wound finally beginning to heal. That night they sat beside a fireplace in the estate library. The room felt ancient. Shelves stretched from floor to ceiling. Thousands of books filled the walls. Human histories. Demon legends. Poetry. Magic theory. Adventure stories. Romance novels. Far too many romance novels. At least according to Cassian. Adrian disagreed.

The possessiveness surged, and I slipped my arm around Viella's shoulders, holding her close. "Isn't she lucky?" the woman asked, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she took a sip of her wine. "On the contrary, I'm the lucky one here," I replied, my gaze drifting to Viella. I couldn't hide the admiration in my eyes even if I wanted to.

Vivienne arched her back, her fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps. ​"Roman," she whimpered, the name a prayer. ​He moved lower, his kisses trailing a path of fire down her sternum to her stomach. Every touch was deliberate, every movement designed to drive her to the brink. When his hand slid between her thighs, Vivienne let out a sharp cry of pleasure, her eyes fluttering shut as the world outside the fortress ceased to exist. ​There was no Julian. There was no Arthur. There was only the friction of Roman’s skin against hers, the scent of his sweat and cedarwood, and the overwhelming power of a man who took what he wanted.

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Gosh, I'm so smooth. "Princess Belladonna, you have good eyes," Count Villiers said with a proud smile on his face, then he turned to his wife with sparkling eyes. Ah, it was obvious that he was so in love with the countess. "Lilian is indeed lovely." The glow in Countess Villiers's face made her look more beautiful. In fact, if they were in a webcomic, I could imagine the frame of Count and Countess Villiers filled with hearts and roses.