Ya Paranormal Romance Novels & Stories

One minute, two minutes pass. I blink and then my jaw drops when his words register. My brows fly into my hairline and I wait for Dane to laugh and tell me this is a joke. This only happens in dark romance books, or even better, paranormal romance books. This is the part where I squeal and kick my legs on the bed. No way this is seriously happening. But the longer I stare at Dane, the longer I realize this is actually fucking happening. He doesn’t lift his arm and motion me closer. I swallow when he doesn’t chuckle and tell me to hurry my sweet little ass over to him.

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® @Paranormal @Romance MR. GORGEOUS Two weeks flew by... The sun shone brightly..the wind blew caressing each skin. Roxanne stood on the balcony of the library, her eyes fixed on the book on her hands. It was too abnormal to her.. she was reading a paranormal story, something she has never read before. It was all about Wolf's. She sighed and closed the book. The book title was; A DEMON IN LOVE

I appreciate every read, every comment, every gem, every silent reader lurking in the shadows too 👀 Now for the exciting part… I’m officially introducing my new dark paranormal romance series: 🔥 CLAIMING HIS BRIDE — (SINFUL COLLECTION) 🔥 And trust me when I say this series is going to be sinful in every possible way. We have our favourite time of troupe; Possessive alpha males. Dangerous supernatural creatures. Dark romance. Obsession. Unhinged vampires Forbidden desires. Chaotic soulmates. A little toxicity? Maybe. A lot of tension? Absolutely. And maybe a little bit of madness It’s a collection filled with the kind of stories where love doesn’t arrive softly… it claws its way in and rui

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode seven 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. A shiver raked my body as I woke up and noticed that I was naked. But where’s the blanket and……….. My gaze landed on king Damien as he sat on a rocking chair, looking down at me with lust in his eyes. I gulped and tried looking elsewhere, suddenly feeling shy as his gaze pierced me.

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.

They sat across from each other at the small table and Marisol folded her hands and looked at Danielle with the specific quality of attention that came from someone who had stopped being surprised by what people were capable of and had moved into something more like compassionate witnessing. "Tell me what you know," Danielle said. "All of it. Everything you know about the pool and the ritual and what comes back. I need the complete truth." "I told you the complete truth the first time," Marisol said. "You told me enough to warn me," Danielle said. "I need more than a warning now. I need specifics." Marisol looked at her hands. "The pool is older than this pack," she said. "Older than the ter

"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.

Her face went pale and white as her eyes darted swiftly between Dante and me, before forcing a dry smile on her face. "That's not real," she said with a finger pointed at my face. "This is reality, Professor and here none of that exists. Besides, Moonborn are werewolves, wolves mythology and folklore, as far as I know, I'm human." "And what if you were something more? What if a world apart from this exists with these Supernaturals? Nothing is impossible." Dante moved closer to her but she took a step back, closer to Ethan who held her hand to hold her steady.

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks