Western Romance Novels & Stories

he said and smirked. I rolled my eyes with flushed cheeks. I couldn't help but smile while thinking over what he had said. Maybe going on a trip would make things better, especially after our fight. “Okay but I don't have any place in mind.” Anthony shrugged. “No problem then… How about we go to Wales. It's perfect there and I have a house there, you'll love it. When did he get a house in Wales? But that wasn't important, Anthony wanted us to spend time together and that meant a lot of things would go down in the bedroom. Just the thought of it made my body tingle for more of his touch, kiss and loving.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Chapter 5: The Shadow Within With each passing day, Emilia's bond with Ryder deepened, their love blossoming amidst the shadows of Ravenwood. But as they reveled in the fleeting moments of stolen passion, a dark cloud loomed on the horizon, threatening to shatter their fragile happiness. Emilia and Ryder's hunt as werewolves was exhilarating. They chased down prey under the moonlight, their senses heightened, their bond growing stronger. They could feel each other's thoughts, anticipate each other's moves. They were a team, a unit, a pack.

As I descended from the sky, my wings gracefully folding behind me, Jonathan greeted me with a tender smile. “Are you ready for another taste, Jonathan?” I asked, my voice laced with a teasing tone. I knew the intoxicating effect my blood had on him, and I found pleasure in fulfilling his desires. He nodded eagerly, a mix of longing and adoration visible in his eyes. “Always, my love. Your blood is the sweetest nectar, a temptation I can never resist.” I extended my arm, offering my wrist to him. He brought my wrist to his lips with a gentle touch, his fangs grazing my skin. As he drank, I felt a surge of warmth and connection between us, a bond strengthened with every sip he took.

Chapter 10 Jessica's POV I told Bambi about my day, leaving out the part about how I like these werewolves and they saved me from a beast in the forest. She'd only freak out if she knew, or call me crazy. I'd call me crazy too if I were her. She then told me about her time with Theo. All the details screech in my ears as she talks about the dirty things they've done. I'm happy that she's happy, but I don't need to know how many times they had sex and in how many positions.

shouted one if the vampires, " Kill and burn any witch you find" the whole of Romanesque was in chaos, the Vampires Killing every with that came their way, taking the humans as slaves, blood sprawled all over the town, the screams of burning witches heard, At another side of Romanesque, a cloaked man walked along the cold streets, which was covered with blood, silence everywhere, the only sound heard were sounds of crickets, and the witches who screamed for help as they burned, he walked into a house, hoping to find someone there.

I’m kind of scared that it’s already starting to make a home inside my head. I got to literature and Mrs. Whitmore, our teacher who was evidently pregnant by the huge bump in her belly, began talking about the popular genres of literature in the twentieth century. One of them was the explosion of the werewolf fiction which I learned was portrayed in modern period with overflowing romanticism unlike its predecessor way back in the medieval era where it’s portrayed as horrifying. I couldn’t stop internally laughing at the thought that werewolves are romantic. Based on what I’ve seen so far, there’s clearly nothing romantic about turning into a beast. There’s absolutely nothing romantic about b

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His mom drove us places. Thinking back, I know I wish it was like in the books I read where the man was a man and not a boy. Where he was maybe a little bit domineering, protective, and caring, romantic. A man who took their time to pleasure me. I mean I never even had a man go down on me or use his fingers. It was always strictly dick and their pleasure first and it was either missionary or me riding and I swore all they did was lay there and I did all the work. I haven’t even had sex doggy style. I think I only ever had two orgasms in my life. So far. Because I hope that will change. My personal history is probably why I love smutty books or romance books and movies. I can easily live vica

His hoarse voice asked, shaking her core and making her gasp, her mouth became dry as she swallowed a mouthful of saliva in excitement. Her eyes narrowed soulfully as she whispered into the speaker, “What do you want to do to me, Mex…?” “Karina…” He growled in response, his voice thick with something dangerous, something unknown, something dark, but this didn't scare her but somehow made her inside twist in nervousness, her blood pump with excitement, and her pussy wet in the blooming desire she hadn't even realized herself. “Mex…” She whispered back, so soft and sweet, tickling the heart of Mex who was already wild in his imagination. Then she continued, “Tell me, I want to hear you, I want