Zebra Romance Novels Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hands pushing my dress up, fingers tracing every bruise like he was memorizing where it hurt so he could kiss it better later. “You’re mine to protect,” he growled, biting down on my neck. “Not Alex’s little bodyguard. Mine.” I arched under him, a soft moan slipping out as his hand slid between my legs, finding me already wet. He cursed under his breath and pushed two fingers inside without warning. “Fuck, Zarah. This is what almost getting hurt does to you?” I bit my lip hard to stay quiet, hips moving against his hand. He added a third finger, stretching me, his thumb circling that spot that made my eyes roll back.

Somewhere in the villa, in the security room, Zade was watching that. The thought made me feel powerful. Desired. I opened the book and started reading. The novel was well-written, the kind that didn't shy away from explicit content but wove it into an actual story. A romance between a woman and her bodyguard—how apropos—with plenty of tension and heat. I read through the setup, the growing attraction, the charged moments. Then I hit the first sex scene. And despite having spent last night being thoroughly ravished, despite my body still carrying the evidence of Zade's passion—I felt my arousal building as I read.

"The waitress dirtied your clothes, and then, under the pretense of an apology, tried to extend her claws towards you, and then had someone take pictures to cause trouble." "Zoey was really smart." "These are the tricks that women commonly use to climb up the ladder." Russell chuckled lightly, "You know me pretty well." "That's right, I didn't just read romance novels for nothing." "Do you still read those kinds of novels?" Zoey exclaimed, "The male protagonists inside were all handsome, wealthy, and passionate." "Isn't that what I said?" Zoey stifled a laugh and said, "They are not like you! They are all studs!"

Back in his room, he picked up a book on the table and flipped through a few random pages, but not a single word entered his head. What kind of dates would a cute girl like Zora like? Cecil's previous dates had happened almost exclusively in bars. Sexy women hit on him, ask him if he's available tonight, and then rub his body with their bountiful breasts. If he was interested, he would drink and dance with her and then have sex. If he wasn't interested, he would turn around and leave. However, Zora is not like those women. She is a beautiful, clean pink rose, planted by angels in the garden of heaven, listening to hymns and drinking dew daily.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

She was small and delicate compared to the rest of us, but her strength and courage towered over us all. My mind wandered to the way she'd submitted to us, the way she'd welcomed our touch and returned our passion. I'd seen the flash of desire in her eyes, the need to be claimed, and I knew that she felt the same pull toward us that we did toward her. It was a remarkable turn of events, and I couldn't wait to see what the future held for our unusual mating. I'd taken some time to speak to Liza, our historian, while Vivi was helping Kelda in the healing building. She'd immediately taken an old, dusty tome from a darkened corner shelf when I'd asked her about the chances of more than one of us

Thank you, Theo, for feeding my big reading habit. Time to forget about my real life. I open the pages to my bookmark. This wolf romance book is completely wild and dirty. A big male warrior who knows how to pick a spicy book is definitely a keeper. He gets extra points for that. Suddenly, a sad thought hits my brain. It is too bad a grand male like Theo would never look at a heavy, fat girl like me for real. Being his fake mate for one single night is the most I can ever hope for. "Stop being silly, Zara," I tell myself. I slide back into the story, losing myself in a world where my life is not a total mess.

Chapter 56: Dinner Trap “Pass the pizza, Cassandra?” Brady asked, his bright blue eyes locked on me as he leaned in close at the tiny table. His arm brushed mine again, all casual and friendly, but I felt Alexander’s foot slide higher under my skirt, toes pressing right against my soaked panties.

TRIGGER WARNING! This series contains a lot of controversial subjects that may trigger or upset some readers. This is the clear warning that this book will cover many situations such as: Kidnap, Stockholm Syndrome, R*pe/ Sexual abuse, Death, Miscarriage, Abortion, Extreme Sexual content (both mentioned and described in detail) Cheating/ Affairs, LGBTQ relationships and a relationship between family HOWEVER it's not technically incest as they are NOT blood-related. If any of these subjects upset, trigger, distress or anger you then take this as a warning NOT TO CONTINUE READING.

He requested, and at that moment, unable to see him upset, I just kissed him. Our kiss began gently, filled with love, but soon it intensified, becoming wild and passionate, as always. I straddled him, sitting on his lap, while he bit my lips and drank my blood, his eyes glowing. I adored the golden hue of his eyes. His hands explored beneath my dress, causing me to moan as he squeezed my bare buttocks. As he nibbled on the sweetest spot on my neck, my core throbbed, and my entire body burned with profound desires.