War Lover Novels & Stories

Sarah screamed as she felt her nether regions tighten up so good on the long invader inside her depths. Her sweet tunnel spasmed over and over again and it was an added bonus that her husband went mad on top of her. Warren ran for the final lap until he deposited copious amounts of healthy love juice on the gasping sheathe of his wife’s delight. “Did you enjoy it? Who’s the greatest man in this world? Come on, tell me. I want to hear it from your lips, my sexy beautiful wife.” Warren asked proudly in the aftermath of their romance.

~Livia’s Point of View~ My father picked a fine time to try and have a heart, to try and act like he gave a damn about my love life. What was I supposed to say? I think I’m in love with a werewolf?! One that WORKS for you no less? A trained killer? Someone who is a total stranger to me but already someone who gets me hotter than anyone I'd ever met...

"He can't get through to me, so he sends his lover? Is this some prank?" "Lover?" Ariana found the word so disgusting, especially concerning Markris of all people. "Why would I have a lover who is married? Hell, why would Markris be my lover when his mum is almost like a mother to me? Also, I fucked his friend, and I enjoyed it too much to jump in bed with him. Hopefully, this helps?" "What?" Lorena could not believe her ears. A girl she had never met just info dumped on her without any shame. Suddenly, she needed to know whoever it was.

“I have no other lover,” Damien said flatly. “Aside from you.” Liz searched his face for something. Anything. There was nothing there but calm. Oh, so her mother didn’t count as another lover? But then, Gwen was the wife and Liz would be the mistress, so she was the other lover. Didn’t Damien realize this, or did he just not care? “And whatever Anna told you,” the Vampire Lord continued, “that was in the past.” Liz didn’t respond; the things she wanted to say would no doubt lead to a fight. So she only nodded once.

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Belva said curtly and was about to walk away but Hego held her hand, pulling her tightly. “Then whose child is it? Have you married abroad?” Hego asked with great curiosity. Belva threw Hego's hand away roughly, "None of your business. Whether I want to remarry or not, it has nothing to do with you." Hego narrowed his eyes angrily then asked again, "Could it be that you ran away from marriage five years ago because you already had a lover behind my back?" he accused unreasonably. Belva smiled sideways and faced Hego with her chin held high.

"They shouldn't just be cold statistics. It matters that someone remembers they once lived." Sam stared at the careful lines of text. And suddenly, he understood something. He had never truly loved the girl who once pined for him so madly. What he loved was this—this soul, who still held on to tenderness in the middle of a war zone. "Let me stay with you," he said, clutching my hand, his voice breaking. "In whatever way you'll have me." I gazed at him for a long moment. Then, finally, I gave a small nod. "As you wish."

Evelyn’s POV I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands buried in my face. My whole body still felt heavy from the drink the night before. I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror. What have I done? A married woman… with a child… how could I let myself go that far? The image of that man — cold, handsome, the way he threw that card at me — it still burned in my mind. I wasn’t that kind of woman. I had never been.

His eyes gleaming like molten lava as he stands impossibly close, hands brushing my waist, voice rasping something sinful in my ear while I’m wearing this exact set of lingerie. My mind short-circuits so violently I actually slap my own cheek. “What the hell is wrong with me?” I hiss at my reflection. Valrik is a vampire lord, makes up one-third of the Triad and is my supposed mate. Not forgetting an arrogant bastard who looks at me like he wants to devour me and throw me off a cliff. I’m not supposed to think about him in lingerie. I’m supposed to hate him, despise him, and wish him a long, painful paper-cut-filled eternity.

Although he’d never ventured within, he’d overheard the servants within his household speaking of it. He stood in the snow, head shaking in slight disbelief. How could such a heavenly smell be coming from such a place? Did he dare enter that place of temptation? He may have been immortal but he was certainly not immune to the…bodily pleasures a woman could provide. He was no monk. It had been many years since he had sought out physical pleasure. It had never ended well for either party involved. It was not worth the risk of loosing control and murdering the unfortunate girl that had found her way into this bed. That had happened more than he cared to admit.