Witch Romance Books Novels & Stories

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

“Then you should know he chose me.” Her nostrils flared. “Because of fate? That bond doesn’t mean he loves you. It’s biology. Instinct. You think that’s stronger than history?” I stepped forward, closing the distance between us. “You really think you can guilt him back into loving you? That just because everyone thought you’d be mates, it somehow erases me?” She scoffed again. “You’re a phase, Megan. A novelty. Half witch, half wolf? You're chaos wrapped in drama. How long do you really think he’ll put up with it before he realizes what he lost?”

“Shouldn’t come in? Shouldn’t tell you how fucking hard it is to keep my hands off you? You kissed me back, Malia so don’t bother pretending.” “That was…” she stammered, hugging the book against her chest like it was armor. “That was a mistake.” I smirked, climbing onto the edge of her bed, ignoring the way she shrank back against the headboard. “Funny. It didn’t feel like a mistake, it felt like you finally stopped lying to yourself.” Her chest rose and fell too fast. I could see it in her eyes, panic tangled with want. “You’re making this harder than it has to be.”

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

She squirms, gasping, heart pounding as I sucked on her nipples. "Ooh." She sighs shakily. My Rue was as innocent as a newly bloomed rose. How pure for how stained her hands were. Stained hands or not, this witch was mine to possess and to love.For a few seconds I pondered how on earth can a mere witch make me, the immortal one so weak for her? But then as I lift my eyes and they connect with hers as she stares at me swirling my tongue over her nipple, I realize that I was already doomed the moment I saw her for the first time.

At least not today. She pushed to her feet, staring down at me with a hardness in her eyes that didn’t fit with her angelic features. I wanted to stand with her, but I couldn’t find the will to move. Suddenly, the air around us changed, becoming heavy and stale. My wolf began to whimper and all at once, I knew what was coming. “Sarah, don’t” I whispered, trying one more time to stave off the inevitable. But she never faltered. “I, Sarah Woods of the RedWoods pack, reject you, Finnick Cross, Beta of the Crimson Moon pack, as my Goddess-given mate.” Her voice was calm and steady as she spoke the words that destroyed me.

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

She opened her eyes and glanced at him as if thinking what she should do now. Skyrim was waiting for her decision as Grace moved her hands towards his shirt, he smiled and let her unbottoned his shirt. He pulled his shirt away and again attacked her lips who was now equally responding to him totally forgetting about their fight earlier. "S k y..." She moaned his name making him forget everything. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*