Ya Rom Com Books Novels & Stories

I'll make mine. - RP is a very exciting tale that includes Romance, Adventure, YA/NA, Fantasy, Sci fi (in other books), Action and maybe even Horror. So If you're ready for his Action-Adventure packed book... READ ON.

“Ready?” Don't forget to comment!!! Also check out my other two completed books. Bride To Be- A Dark Mafia Romance. His Broken Princess- A sweet, angsty romance (Trigger warnings for both books) A. Gupta

"I was ready to take her life, tear her heart out of her chest even though I know she is a woman who can make you happy—" . . **** From Rossita Saga: Wanna see Liam Almandine's and Harriet Goldlane's visuals? Good news! This book is now available as a comic. We have published the first comic chapter on W e b t o o n (remove space). Just search using the same title or open this link on your browser: bit. ly /liamalmandine (remove space). Liam looks hot hot hot!!!

“I don’t know. Isn’t he your boyfriend?” “Xavier isn’t my boyfriend.” “Pardon me. About to be your boyfriend.” “Not that either.” “Seriously, Noah,” Rina chimed in, finally tucking her phone away. “We’ve been friends for three years now and you don’t know that Lucas is Mr. Commitment-Phobe.” “I’m not a commitment-phobe. I’m just not—” “Interested in relationships. Yeah. Heard that before.” I scowled at her. She was acting entirely too cocky for my liking.

she decided, needing a distraction from the silence. She changed into a soft, sleeveless beige knit dress that fell to her mid-thigh. She got comfortable in the center of her large bed, propping her laptop on a pillow and scrolling through a streaming service, her boredom making her restless. She needed something immersive. Her cursor hovered over a popular, steamy historical drama known for its explicit scenes. “Perfect,” she chirped, clicking play.

“But I need to practice my descriptions!” “What?” Nate asked. “Descriptions for my books,” Rose took a bite of her cheese sandwich.`Kam and I rolled our eyes at the same time. “Rose, I swear those books you read are just porn with a plot,” Kam grumbled. I couldn’t help but grin. He’s not wrong. From what Rose has told me, her web books are filled to the brim with sex, sex, and more sex. “Stuff like, ‘The orgasm was so intense, I felt the ground rumble,’ right?” Nate said as he rolled his eyes. “Shit like that is in my ma’s paperback romances.”

Tommy thought of countless sexual positions to torture Winona and even took videos of their steamy sex scenes without Winona’s knowing. Since it was all for the sake of revenge, Tommy would never let Winona go that easy. He sent the sex tapes to post-production and added mosaic on his face but not Winona’s. Every moan and every lewd expression on her face were clearly captured and exposed. A few days later, the hospital where Winona worked received a mysterious CD. Everyone got a copy, including the janitor and the cleaners. The CD was filled with a dozen sex scenes, and the main character was all Winona. Every single scene showed her in a different position and it was as sexy and steamy as

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

Lisa said enthusiastically. "Oh .. yes we'll see. It's okay, it's been a while since we released a rom-com novel! From a name I know?" "I know some... I don't know many. That famous girl wrote it, that Cathy." "Eh... Did she write it? a romcom or horror..." said Daniel, I also nodded. "Romcom man! But it's true!" Lisa explained again, I shifted slightly to Rama. "Is that an old author? Had she ever published here too?" I whispered, yes maybe it's true, because so far I'm not in this division. I don't know which are the old faces and which are the new faces in the world of writing.

My fingers brushed along the cracked leather as I ran through the lot, stopping at one in particular. It had a jet-black cover. No title. Just the silver crest pressed into the leather, a wolf enveloped by thirteen daggers. I cautiously pulled the book from its place. A cloud of dust billowed up into the air. The weight of it alone reminded me why De Luca only touched this book when no other option remained. I stared at the black cover for a moment. I hated this book. Hated what it represented. The De Lucas of the previous generation ruled in suspicion. Through fear. Through blood. I would never turn into that.