Wlw Romance Novels & Stories

“The new Don of that mafia family seems even more ruthless than his father. He'd swallowed up quite a few old-school clans in the past year.” “He wants their power,” I replied calmly and emotionlessly. When I met Luke's worried gaze, I smiled at him. “Let's not talk about him. It's all in the past now.” Luke did not say anything more. He just held my hand, gently and firmly. The sun shone on his body and the blueprint before me. This was our new hotel and our future together — a life no longer built on lies and betrayal, but a bright future completely within my grasp.

Then he added, “And they’re going to wish they hadn’t.” “Ohhhh, that's one of the classic lines in every werewolf romance or Mafia romance story I've read! Or any other fictional book!" Lora squeaked in my head, “This is one of the many reasons I love our mate.” Lora said, voice dripping with honey and something I don't even want to think about.

“What are you sensing, Willow?” “Relief. I just hope the peace lasts.” “It will. He will rot in the dark until the moon turns to dust.” “Good. He earned every second of it.” “My Luna’s word is the law of the Vale.” She smiled, leaning up to find his lips. “I love you, Roman.” He met her with a kiss that tasted of fire and forever. “I love you more than the moon loves the tide.”

Erica made a light argument, but Damion got her out of the room to they could be alone. "Say it." Lily said to him. His brows furrowed together as his hands rested on her cheeks. "I love you, Lily." He said with more confidence now. His Wolf brushed against the surface of his soul. Lily's hands went to his face. "Again." She said, their faces getting closer together. "I love you." He said again, his Wolf howling. He thought his heart would burst. She kissed him, filling it with every ounce of her being. He returned it deeply. His Wolf breached the surface, flowing his strength through to Lily. She pulled away with a gasp.

Chris said as I was smiling at him. “Sure, no problem,” I said before Chris went away and I turned to look at Windell again. “Seriously, I don’t believe by that shit for one bit. So, why don’t you tell me the truth, Dylan?” I said bitterly as I was glaring at him. He smirked before he leaned closer and he whispered to me in that husky voice of his. “We had shared a bed and I was your first lover. I think I wanted to keep that title to myself,”

Gil teased her. Maan blushed even more and had difficulty swallowing her food. “ That’s what I was wondering. There was something weird…Do you think it was the wine? But I don’t think they would drug us or something…” Maan said thoughtfully. “No, I don’t think it’s the wine but I guess it was the candle. I think it's not ordinary scented candles but aphrodisiac candles. Good thing we did not light it up for too long or we’ll be at it till morning.” Gil laughed while shaking his head but Maan’s eyes widened with realization.

said Elena in a hurried tone. “We know that, El. You confessed your feelings too. Why are you saying this again?” asked Lily in confusion. “Nope, Lily. Luke is my wolf mate whom I met in the forest at the night of my thirteenth birthday!” Elena informed in a small voice. “WHAT?” shouted both girls in unison.

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?”

reveals the history of the most terrible necromancer of all time. Silvia Liam is an author of twenty romance fantasy novels both in Russian and English languages. Writing has always been her passion. She enjoys creating romantic stories featuring sweet sensual and passionate characters. Her career as an author started when she was twenty-five years old. Now her books have more than 150 000 reads world-wide. She is married and has two amazing daughters.

After a few attempts, one finally landed on my finger, its tiny light casting a soft glow on my skin. Closing my eyes, I made a wish, feeling a surge of gratitude for the love and happiness I had found with Jonathan. With a gentle breath, I released the firefly, watching it flutter away into the night. As the fireflies continued to illuminate the darkness around us, Jonathan pulled me close, his arm wrapping around my waist. We sat there, bathed in the gentle glow of nature's light show, cherishing the simple yet profound beauty of the moment. In that tranquil riverside scene, surrounded by the harmony of nature and the warmth of our love, I feel that our connection was as magical as the dan