Witch Romance Novels & Stories

The city's distant buzz grew faint as Emily sat opposite Liam Westbrook in his glass-walled office, the air between them heavy with tension. She nervously toyed with the hem of her coat, her thoughts spinning from his shocking proposal. Marriage. To a billionaire. For money. It sounded like the kind of wild scheme you’d read in trashy romance novels, not something that happened to real people—least of all her. “I understand this may come as a shock,” Liam said, leaning back in his chair with an air of cool indifference, “but I’m not asking for your hand out of sentimentality. This is a business arrangement, plain and simple.”

Stefan narrowed his eyes but said nothing. “I was in love with someone else,” Rita went on. “A werewolf named Adrien. I convinced my twin sister, Rina, to switch places with me so I could be with him. She didn’t want to, but I pushed her, told her it would only be for two days. Then I left.” Stefan crossed his arms and listened in silence.

I tried a different approach and tried to slow the kiss down, to eventually stop whatever she wanted in the first place. I felt the tip of her tongue swiping against my bottom lip, asking to enter. She wanted to go french. Ignore it, and kiss her softer… Everything about Lara Jane lingered in my atmosphere wherever I seemed to go, furthering my certainty that not only my wolf...but my soul knew that Lara Daisy-Jane Mikaelson was it for me. Lara is it for me and Octavia wouldn’t ever be. Lara's coconut aroma would fill my senses at spontaneous moments of the day and night, magnifying my longing for her presence.

“It’s a figure of speech. For a human, one was white and the other black.” “Oh.” She grinned. “This is an interracial romance.” Maddox chuckled. “That’s one way to look at it.” She read some more. “Together they spun magic that no other witches could make. And when they made love, they did so above a lotus-covered lake, floating, suspended in the air. A mist crept about. Those two clung to their love—with the world shut out.” He leaned back in the chair, completely captivated with her reading.

I couldn’t remember the last time we held hands like this, but her touch was warm and surprisingly comforting. As we danced, I held her by the torso, guiding her gracefully across the floor. We moved in sync, our steps flowing as smoothly as in a Cinderella fairy tale. Our eyes locked the entire time, and for the first time, I saw the true beauty of Rachel’s eyes—eyes that conveyed every emotion, every thought. It felt as though we were drawn to each other by some unknown force, despite our mutual animosity. There was something magnetic in the way our bodies moved together, and it left me feeling strangely connected to her.

“Very true, Anastasia. Not this knave, apparently.” “Not that ball,” Charlotte rolled her eyes. “The next one. I’m planning another. I was just thinking it could be a great opportunity to formally acknowledge the merge of the packs through the marriage of Jasper and Reid,” she said to her father. “Romeo and Juliet, but with a happily ever after, the Montagues and Capulets coming together to celebrate their marriage… It’s perfect.”

The hurt in his blue orbs,the shallow breaths he took and the sad smile which finally thugged at his lower lip. She finally realized the worth of her words on the night of her escape. Yes she has brought the vampires to their knees and made her people happy but her happiness went along,it vanished into thin air and this made her shiver. .. .. “Arise,arise” the witch chanted over Damien’s injured body,he looked like someone who had been ravaged by beasts but nevertheless,the witch singsong over his body, passing hot coals and portions over his head before he slowly came back to live.

I’m here inside the car waiting for Wence to come because i need him. I need the warmth from his body that giving me, I can’t get over from this warmth. When Wence arrived inside the car he immediately kiss me, thank god that i park my car far from houses. His kiss are making me want more of him, I feel my body is burning up in sensation that his touch gave me. “I want you inside me” i seductively said and he ripped my dress and removed my bra he start sucking my breast like it’s producing milk, He looks like a baby that craving for milk.

“I need to.” He didn’t look at me. “You don’t owe me anything, Megan. I knew what I was signing up for when I came back into your life. But that doesn’t make it easier watching you love someone else.” “That’s just it…” I whispered. “I don’t only love him.” That made him look at me. Really look at me. “I’m so confused, Victor. Everything’s happening so fast. The witches. The council. This curse. And then there’s you and him. You were my first love… my anchor. And now, you’re the one saving me all over again.”

Crystal was about to question Roxie's action until the bride smiled, looking over at Dante who was eyeing Crystal with more than just a curious gaze. "It won't be easy for the two of you, but you'll make each other happy." Crystal's tears rolled as she looked at Dante who smiled at her--smitten with the young vamp already. Roxie linked her arm with Walker and took a deep breath. "Now we can go have some spicy time." “Fuck...” Walker watched as Roxie rode him slowly, their labored breaths hitching as the rain poured over the rooftops, “I wouldn’t trade this for anything..”