War And Romance Books Novels & Stories

“If I haven’t met anyone in three years, then I probably won't meet anyone else for the rest of my life. Mom, you’ve introduced me to so many different women in the past three years and I never laid my hands on any of them. Isn’t that right?” “Serena counts. Aren’t the two of you getting along just right? If you don’t like Serena, I can accept that lover of yours named Suzy too!” “There’s no feeling between Serena and I. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have dragged on for three years without getting married. As for Suzy, she’s just a student I helped before. There’s nothing going on between us.” “You… What’s so great about that woman?” Heather was so angry she could not speak coherently.

She could still feel the ghost of his possession. She hated that she couldn’t stop thinking about him, hated the way his voice echoed in her mind long after he’d left the room, hated that even knowing it was wrong, some part of her still wanted to feel that closeness again. She wanted more, she wanted his mouth on every inch of her, she wanted to feel him inside her, filling the emptiness Daniel had created, she wanted this forbidden, illicit thing with a ferocity that terrified her. After tasting the fire, how could she ever return to the ice of her marriage? She wanted to do all the wicked, delicious things her mind was now conjuring. She could have spent hours just kissing him, learning t

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[Francis Davis, 1990-2023] No final words of wisdom and no heartfelt farewells. Just the dates marking the beginning and end of their stories, with a tiny dash in between to represent everything in between. That tiny dash was their whole world. They fell hard for each other, fought fiercely, and in the end, they went down together.

The second we stepped inside, the ancient book—without anyone touching it—flew open on its own and glowed brightly. Micha and I exchanged a look and rushed to it. We were excited about another adventure of mysteries. We didn't care about Elder Parker. We didn't care about consequences. This was bigger. This was the truth we needed. The truth we wanted. The ancient book began: --- "Dear reader, welcome. This ancient book has been waiting for you." Then the pages flipped themselves. **"As previously stated, the War of Realms ended, but the war between the Vampires and Werewolves continued. King Roosevelt was enraged. He burned cities in the Werewolf realm. He killed and killed, destroying ever

The windows faced the gardens, and the morning light was golden and warm and poured across the reading chairs like honey. She ran her fingers along the spines. Classics, histories, business books that probably belonged to Alexander. Nothing that looked even remotely interesting. “Where do they keep the fun books?” She moved to a different shelf where the light didn't quite reach. There were older volumes here—paperbacks mixed with hardcovers, spines cracked from actual use instead of just decoration. “This is more like it.” She crouched down, scanning titles. A thriller, a mystery and finally a romance with a cover so embarrassingly dramatic she almost laughed out loud. She reached for it an

I should be ashamed of myself. As the morning hours passed, I successfully shook the ugly dream from my head. Instead, I focused on the work. I wasn't able to find anything suspicious about Alexei's operations. Yes, the mutts were treated poorly by him and his subordinates, but who cared? I certainly didn't. Right? "Mom." I softened when entering the library, finding my mom in her favorite armchair with a book in her hand. Love & War by Scribble Nook. A collection of short stories by multiple authors. She enjoyed all that action and romance.

My shoulders sagged and I growled softly in mortification. "I know nothing about love, Arram. I've been alone for centuries. How does one woo someone," I questioned him curiously and he snapped his fingers and handed me a stack of books. He told me to read them. I looked at the spines for titles, Romeo and Juliet, Wuthering Heights and The Notebook.

Again. Her plump, velvety lips compelling against his slimmer, warm ones, dancing around and soon bonding together. Epiphany and elation flew though their veins and soon the entire system as he continued to press his lips more impenetrably and rougher onto her lips. His insistent mouth was parting her trembling lips, inflicting sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling. She kissed right back, the kiss getting deeper, deeper than all the galaxies in the universe. Her vanilla lips imprinting themselves on his like a footprint in the snow, forging a sense of exoticism and roguery. And then a familiar voice interrupted them, "What in the porn is going on here?".

They watched the sun go down, and the moon take over the skies but didn’t leave. “What book?” Camilla asked, belching. He kissed her temple before she could apologise and the words fled her mind. “A Thousand Splendid Suns. I thought it was a romance,” he replied. She laughed at his words. So did she. “You deceived me.” “I was deceived first. It’s general fiction.” “But you love him?” her husband mused with a frown. She could understand his confusion. The book talked about love, friendship, and war. Death too. It was a deviation from her usual. Left to her, she would never have read it. “How come?”