Ya Paranormal Romance Novels & Stories

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

Was she supposed to take one of the other rooms as a personal office? Ana scrambled for her portfolio, where she’d tucked away a set of maps. When she found the domain for the Vampiric Faction, she found out there was a door she’d not opened. It was silly. She’d spent her evening studying the portfolio in her bedroom when feet away was an entire office waiting for her.

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

Then something that looked almost like pity. "Oh, Kael." Her voice softened. "Tell me you didn't—" "I didn't do anything," he snarled. The sound raised every hair on my body. "It just happened." "The bond doesn't 'just happen.' You have to accept—" "I didn't accept anything!" His voice boomed across the clearing. Several wolves—shifters, whatever—flinched. I wanted to disappear into the ground. "She triggered it somehow," he continued, voice tight with barely controlled rage. "Some latent magic, some bloodline. I don't know. But I didn't choose this, Vera."

“The house isn’t creepy.” “Yes, it is,” Owen and Caroline said in unison. Ben dipped his roller back into the paint tray. “It has character.” Caroline hopped down from the stool and wiped paint from her hands. A streak of green smeared across her forehead. “This house has the same amount of character as Amityville.” Ben laughed and stepped closer, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe the paint from her skin. “My house is not haunted. It just needs some attention.”

“Katherine a Lycan.” My breath caught “ They exist?” I asked her. “I thought they were myths.” “Well, they are not because you mated one.” She replied to me while reading out what was written. “Lycan’s are ancient and rare and pure blooded descendants of the first wolves. Their eyes glow red in their true state.” She paused and looked at me while lowering the book. “So what are you going to do?” I blinked and looked at her. “about what? It was just a one time thing. I probably won’t ever see him again.”

And when they arrived, Nina would be waiting, ready to welcome them into her dark embrace, forever entwined in the haunting cycle of horror and lust. THE END. THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

The taller man in front of me with the gorgeous amber eyes, dark curly hair, and a tattoo of a half-moon on his neck, smiles and says, “I am Max, this is Damen, and the stealthy stud behind you is Sam, and you are our mate.” Did he say “mate?” I must have seriously hit my head or something and this cannot be happening. I have read so many paranormal and supernatural romance novels, and it is only in stories that I have heard someone say “mate” in the way he just did. “What do you mean by mate,” I say while looking at him like he grew a third arm or something.

The wind’s howl is a lullaby. “So do you believe me now?” Alec asks. I lick my cracked lips. “What you did… it’s not normal.” The clouds part, and moonlight shines down on us. Alec’s eyes have turned hazel again, but I know I didn’t imagine the red. “I…” I can’t finish my thought. To say that I believe he’s a vampire would be like admitting I’m crazy. I shake my head. “Everything is just happening so fast. Coming here. The Selection. Alice. Heather. The… thing I can do.” My breath catches. “And it all started with my dad.”

Erling and Tommy warming up their "protein drinks' ' in the microwave. The harem girls drink red stuff from their wine glasses. Good God, it had been in front of her the whole time. The wolf's fang. The coffins in the basement. Malcolm is sleeping like the dead in her bedroom. He really had been dead. Was still dead, even though he walked and talked. And kissed like a… a devil. "I can't believe this is happening to me." She perched on the edge of the bed. But it was happening. It was all true. The microwave dinged. Malcolm removed the bottle and filled a glass with warm blood. Aya shuddered. He took a sip, then turned to face her. "I'm a coven master. That means I'm personally responsible fo