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.

I searched the werewolf research database on my phone for a while, hunting for anything I could find on one sided mate bonds or small wolf forms. When my search was once again fruitless — as I should have known it would be — I switched to those paranormal romance stories I found that first night after I met Taryn. I needed something to distract me from the ache caused by our distance. I’d had to weed through a lot of terrible books, but I eventually found a few authors who seemed to know what they were writing about. Maybe those authors are supernaturals in disguise. I lift my phone and tap the button that snoozes my alarm, setting it back down on my chest all without even opening my eyes. B

“Well because her father is very rich and popular, he is even contesting for mayorship duh! Plus, if she was supernatural, why didn’t she like super attack me or something?” “Because that could get her suspended or expelled because your school is a mixture of humans and other supernatural so it is prohibited for supernaturals to use their unnatural strengths on humans or reveal themselves to humans!” “Whatever!” I snapped with my brows raised. “So you like her right? Silly question, you’re gonna be getting married to her so how does it even matter.” I chuckled dryly. “I didn’t make that decision cuz I liked her, Anna. Hell! I don’t even know anything about her and neither do I want to know…

And I’m going to start with the weird tattoo parlor she’s suddenly become obsessed with over the last few weeks. I yank the parlor door open and step inside. So flipping what? A werewolf tattoo shop. What’s so special about that? Lyra has always been fascinated by the supernatural. Why? I have no idea. Humans don’t mingle with werewolves or vampires. It isn’t safe. It isn’t normal. Rational people don’t venture to Ashridge Hollow. Leave it to Lyra to start a new trend.

I knew how bitter that pill was. Yet he chewed it thoughtfully, as if savoring something sweet, and swallowed without a grimace. That night marked the beginning of the strangeness. It was not until the third time that my figure materialized before his eyes that I understood: it was not me at all. It was a phantom conjured by Francis' mind. He was poring over documents in his study when he suddenly looked up toward the doorway. Slowly, a hazy silhouette began to take shape. My figure appeared, wearing a black blouse, my hair pulled into a high ponytail, smiling at him.

"I promise. I’ll behave. Just tell me." Kian took a step forward, his shadow falling across the desk. "We aren't ordinary humans, Caroline." Caroline’s eyes opened wide, her breath hitching slightly in her throat as she looked from Kian, to me, and then to Alessandro leaning against the doorframe. "Do you mean... you have supernatural powers?" Kian and I slowly nodded. "Are you like... witches? Or vampires?" she asked, her voice cracking under the weight of the question. But before either of us could form an answer, she frantically waved her hands in the air, shaking her head.

Finally, College Romance is a wrap but there is actually a book I should have posted before it. The story of their parents titled HER PERSONALITY. It's a short book do I will be updating this soon. 🖤🖤HER PERSONALITY🖤🖤 ___________________________ AUTHORESS RICKY _____________________________ ✍️SYNOPSIS✍️ Not every lady want to be a queen that would be pampered by a man or been boss around or just a full house wife.

She imagined he was here right now, his coal eyes glowing red, fangs bared as he chuckled to himself at her pathetic frail efforts to escape his immortal clutches. The girl's limbs gave up beneath her from exhaustion, she laid on the wet grass on her side her hands wrapped protectively around her protruding stomach as weariness spread throughout her body. Suddenly, she could feel the ache in every muscle including her eyes. She couldn't keep her eyelids open they felt like lead. As blackness swallowed her, her last conscious thought was that..... This could be one of his mind games

“For now, trust that ye have no need for partner swapping to protect the lass. Just stay close to her, Edwin, my boy, and all will be well.” “Show thyself,” Agatha roared as she lit the candle with a flip of her magical wrist. “Show thyself, demon!” “I am no demon, witch. I am a spirit and I shall show myself when I am good and ready,” the voice said, its words echoing off the walls. “Now, witch, if ye would, I should appreciate it if thee and thy friend would give my great, great, great, great grandson the privacy he requires to connect his energy with his lady and form the bond.”

Frosty stayed full time in my apartment and Emma spends the weekend over. It was finally our 1st anniversary together and we decided to spend it out for the entire evening. We attended a dinner and dance at the Blue Moon Bar. It was a perfect romantic evening together until we bumped someone came over to our table. It was Emma’s friend and colleague Jamie. Jamie was a cheery and bubbly lady, Emma said that they did their internship together. I noticed something unusual on Jamie’s neck, it was the same tattoo Emma has on her wrist. I knew then that Emma was hiding something, what was the connection between the 2 of them and why do they have the same symbolic mark.