Yuri Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“You learned something? From him?” “Yes, we both learned a lot from each other. There are different genres in literature for a reason. And you can’t ignore the fact that romance is the most read genre in the world. There’s a reason why his books are so popular and if you look farther than your prejudice you will learn to appreciate them for the work of art that they are. That’s all I’m going to say…” Iori finished and spun around intending to leave only to feel his hand on her arm stopping her from leaving and turning her around to look at him. “No, wait!” He exclaimed and Iori flinched at his nearness.

One morning, I came in later than usual. Most of my classmates were already inside the room and there were tittering and loud calls for Lance. I was surprised but did not think too much about it. I sat down and whispered to Izzie, “What’s up? Why is there so much excitement so early this morning?” Izzie whispered back “Someone left a love letter and a big chocolate bar on Lance’s desk. Must be from an admirer.” I gasped. “Really? Well, that’s a first. Whoever that was must be one brave girl.” Izzie snickered. “Brave? Pretty stupid for me.” I looked back at Izzie. I asked “Why stupid? I mean Lance is really popular. He has no girlfriend yet so I can say he is still pretty much on the market.”

Oleg said and bite his earlobe, causing him to throw his head backward clearly affected by Oleg’s touch “ If so then, admit you love me, huh? Do it? You know you’re so attracted to me,” Yuri said and kissed his neck, while his hands slowly slide into his pants, as he started to rub his hands around the briefs which covered his member. “Fuck,” he cursed as affected by what Yuri was doing to him. It was driving him crazy, but he wasn’t going to lose to his boyfriend. “Hmm,” he moaned out and held his hands, slowly taking them off his pants with a smirk on his face.

Lupita assured him that they never had the courage to look at a single letter. Once she arrived, and under the light of a candle and an old desk, she opened the manuscript and found her mother's story. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------- Manuscript; When I arrived at my beloved Del Valle's apartment early that afternoon, the curtains were drawn, and behind them, the bright tropical sun left the room in a kind of perpetual twilight. Everything was perfect, spotless and tidy, as if it were a nun's quarters. The only evidence of life was a glass bookcase that housed three volumes: Wiseguy, Donnie Brasco and Mo

Yuri looked at Leah and ran up to her with a wide smile on her face. "Leah Onee-chan." Yuri jumped on Leah. Yuri was half-Japanese because her father was Japanese. Due to her habit and love towards her father's language, Yuri calls Leah Onee-chan...it is used to refer to as a big sister in Japan. Leah finds it very cute when Yuri calls her Onee-chan. "Yuri, where is your mom?" Leah asked while breaking the hug. She cupped the little one's fluffy cheeks. Yuri was half-Japanese but she didn't look Asian at all. In fact, she looked more like Leah.

“You’re making fun of me, and I don’t think you’re serious.” “Honey, is this serious enough for you?” Yuri grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the corridor wall behind her. His lips slammed down on hers in a bruising kiss filled with sexual promise and a demand for her submission. “Now be a good girl and set yourself back the way you should be. Then we’ll talk about how you can learn to ride my stick.” He ground his cock into her belly, making the point of which stick he was talking about. She gasped as her mouth fell open in surprise. She thought she’d be the aggressor in this situation. “Unless you want to audition that pretty little mouth right now and see how it fits. I could sp

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

“Right… Okay, you two need to do away with the friendship between the two of you. Even if you two are alone together, you need to practice your romance. Acting out under the watchful eyes of people will look easy for you but stiff to the onlookers.” Raina came over to where I was and pointed at Sandy. “Have you two even kissed before?” She asked and it felt like the room became smaller. “K-Kissed?” Sandy chuckled. “No… why would we do that?” “You see?!” Raina’s loud voice made me jump. I sighed. “Can you go straight to the point?”

This time, when I looked at the two puppets seated at the head of the table, I finally noticed something strange. They looked… a lot like Derrick. Were they modeled after Derrick's parents? However, it did not make sense. Derrick was already there, so why were they still searching for a 'groom'? The answer came to me as I recalled what another player had said before. Ximena hated men, and any 'groom' she chose would be torn apart. It seemed like there was a hidden thread in that dungeon's mission. I had once asked Ximena why she killed those grooms and even fed them to the puppets. Her answer had been simple. To maintain the 'souls' of those puppets.

His cock twitched as two of his fingers delved under the edge of her panties and plunged into her core. Raven flinched slightly as his fingers invaded her body. Yuri groaned as he felt her wetness. Her warm moist heat wrapped around his fingers and cradled them like a glove. “You are so tight,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” Raven threw her head back in protest. “No. This can’t be happening.” She tried to push him away Yuri wouldn’t let go. His fingers surged deeper inside her instead. He covered her lips with his again, and his tongue plunged deeply into her mouth . His tongue and fingers worked together plunging in and out of her body.