Western Romance Novels & Stories

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

Because he'd been in the eye of the storm his whole life. "Caelum, please stop saying you're sorry. You didn't bring me into this. The app did. So, it's not really your fault, is it?" I tapped his hand. "But you really did well, Skye. There will always be wolves in sheep's clothing around us. Some don't even bother hiding who they are. But for the most part, you charmed all those sheep," he said, grinning at me with pride. "All thanks to Madam Roserta. I've been hearing her voice in my head the entire night," I laughed.

"But there are things you don't understand about me. Things that could put you in danger." Luna didn't care about the danger. All she knew was that she wanted to be with Jaxon, no matter what the cost. And so, they began a secret romance, meeting in abandoned warehouses and dark alleyways, always careful to avoid the prying eyes of the other werewolves in town. But as their love grew stronger, so did the danger that surrounded them. Luna began to suspect that Jaxon was hiding something from her, something that could destroy everything they had built together.

I whispered to myself while looking at the ring that he himself put on me on our wedding day. We've only been together for two weeks but this is already happening to both of us. We don't get along anymore. “Romance him . . .” And my father’s voice still lingers in my mind. How can I do that if he’s this cold to me right now? How can I romance him if he despise me so much? “How fucked up my life is, really.” I shook my head while leaning on the backrest of my swivel chair.

And why… why did those eyes feel so achingly familiar? When they finally broke through a curtain of frost-laden pines, Aria nearly stumbled into him. Before them stretched a deep ravine, a jagged wound in the earth. A single fallen tree spanned its width, its trunk slick with ice. The black wolf turned to her, silver eyes catching what little light there was. “Cross.” She froze. “That? Are you insane?” His gaze hardened, and for a moment she swore she saw a flicker of impatience—perhaps even the ghost of a smirk. “Unless you’d rather wait for the rogues to find your trail.”

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Indestructible. The Blood Witches already cower when they smell Rozelyn. How much more a child born from her flesh, mixed with a werewolf’s blood? Dorrien just smiled at that thought. Truly, everyone has their own weakness. And he just found out what those goddamn Blood Witches’ weakness is—and Romaine’s fear as well. *** “What do you think they thought of us? Me and you, kissing in a Fifty shades of Gray style…” Cyrill just cackled at her. “You really compared our kiss to that sexually-suggestive book, huh?”

I could not tell how long he had been observing us. Out of the blue, Francis said, "Bernard, let's make a thrilling bet." Bernard arched an eyebrow. "On what?" "The drug supply chain in Westborough," Francis said. "Ha! You know that's not what I'm after." Bernard turned to look at me, and all eyes followed. "If I win, Natalie's mine for the night."

JASMINE I lay awake in my bed feeling restless and waiting for death. With my wolf not responding to me and my mate gone, I know in just a little while I will give up the ghost, cause as a werewolf, connecting with your wolf is important, and after finding your mate and you lose him, you can never be whole again.

I drew a simple, messy heart with two zeros inside it. "Volume Four," Xander said, standing beside me, his arm around my waist. "Volume Four," I agreed. Beyond the ruins, the world was vast, broken, and completely ours. The billionaire romance was dead. The Sovereign and the Banker were ghosts. But as the moon rose over the Cascades, a lone werewolf story began to echo through the woods—a story about a man and a woman who decided that the only thing worth owning was the way they looked at each other in the dark.