روايات وقصص ضمن Young Adult Paranormal Romance

Dax said. Dax thought to himself. "Especially beautiful ones like you, sorry Rich, but she is mine." "I love the show. Supernatural, werewolves, vampires are all my favorites to watch and read." Tamera said. She realized he was still holding her hand. So, she pulls it back and he lets it go.

— His Claws On My Neck (c) 2020 by zavieda COMPLETED Total word count: 150k Genre: Romantasy Subgenre: Werewolf, office romance This book contains adult scenes that may not be suitable for young audiences. Reader's discretion is highly advised. Grammatical errors are also incurred throughout the book, but it is constantly being proofread and revised. Readers' understanding is deeply appreciated.

Outing it might irrevocably change your life – you could lose everything you always loved in the process. Fifteen-year-old Tamara Archer has that problem, and taking the next step is impossible… So, what would you do? Which version of the truth is better? What’s the right choice? Magick Sunrise (Book Three of the Magick Series) Genre: Contemporary Fantasy Romance/Vacation Romance

I didn't wait to hear the final bell ring. The moment the teacher closed her book, I was out of my seat, my books already in my backpack. I had earlier told Dad and Mom not to bother picking me up. Not because I was embarrassed of them, but because I wanted to take in the glory of the weird town again, and most especially, I wanted to watch the translucent girl closely. Raven Hollow High School was just as strange as the town that housed it_quiet, eerie, and filled with eyes that lingered a little too long. But none of these strange things stuck to me the way the strange breathtaking girl did.

"He even asked if you wanted help...help getting away." I eyed her cautiously. "Did you tell Francis?" "No!" Nora was quick to deny it. "I wouldn't rat you out. However, Natalie...if you really want out, I'm here for you." I stared at her, at the innocence in her young face. At the age of 20, she was supposed to be in college, experiencing first loves and lively parties, not caught up in the mafia's brutal power struggles. Yet there she was, having chosen this life, or more accurately, having been pulled into it by Francis.

Then, he looked into the darkness of the room's corner, missing the cold touch that made him feel alive. He couldn't choose. But he had to do something. Carefully, he slid out of bed, trying not to wake Kit. He grabbed his phone and crept into the living room, closing the bedroom door softly. His mind raced back to their daytime research. They had found an occult forum discussing the legend of Morat. An anonymous user had mentioned a "Ritual of Old Blood Banishment," but the details were deliberately concealed, only stating that it required "cursed blood" and "pure intention."

“When will I stop learning new things about my parents... and myself? When can I just be Leera and live that normal life I wanted?” This time he throws his head back and laughs, causing me to cross my arms and scowl at him. “And what exactly is so funny?” “Baby, I hate to break it to you, but normal is long gone. You're a werewolf. Your mate is an NHL player. Your favorite teacher is a witch,” he says to each one while counting his fingers to drive it home. “I'm afraid that ship has sailed.” And damn him if he's not right. Things could easily be worse, though, even when you throw the kidnapping situation into the mix. I could hate my college roommate, hate college, not have Roman. The last o

Mitch withdrew his fingers and spread my wetness over my clit. “Ohh…yes..” I gasped, my voice rising in the silent basement. “No, sister,” Mitch murmured, a mischievous edge curling through his voice. “We’re not done with you yet.” Hans pulled his cock out of my mouth and shoved two fingers in instead. "Promise us you'll be a good slut, Yassy." He moved his fingers inside my mouth for a moment before pulling them out almost instantly.

Unwilling to entertain any more foolishness, I rush past the three of them and head upstairs to find my room. When I reach my doorway, I hear a voice. “I guess you met Freya. Careful, the little witch-wolf is vindictive toward any girl trying to breathe the same air as Gaston. I'm Al. It’s short for Alice, but I'm not into the wonderland jokes.” She offers me her hand, and I step inside. Al’s three inches shorter than I am. She has olive skin peppered with freckles and short, curly blond hair cut into the shape of a mushroom. She has on an AC/DC shirt, ripped blue jeans, and black combat boots held together by duct tape. Her eyes are bright silver with smudges of neon-blue. Most werewolves h

He can give me answers, I thought to myself excitedly. I didn't move to get the note, so Nathaniel smirked then frisbeed it towards me. Tristan reached his hand up and managed to snatch it out of the air. He then screwed it up and threw it back at Nathaniel with a snarl. “You won't be telling your Sire a damn thing, you blood-sucking parasite.” He tilted his head back and let out an ear-piercing howl. I squinted and covered my ears until he'd stopped. Seconds later dozens of howls replied, and the vamp's eyes widened. He smirked and then said in a gritty voice,