Zebra Romance Novels Novels & Stories

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

And the worst part? He knows. He lives for it. Just as I start mentally stabbing his smug face with a fork, the door swings open with drama only Maya could deliver. “Oh my God, Zara!” she gasps. “You look like someone just tried to either murder you… or f*ck you.” I lift my head and squint at her. “Why are those your only two options?” She kicks off her shoes and drops her tote. “Because I know that face. That’s not stress. That’s sexual tension.”

“Now she knows.” That wild afternoon blurred into a long hot night. Ron wasn’t done with her. Once he recovered, he took her again, and again. In the pool. Against a tree. On the patio lounger while Hilton kissed her and whispered filth in her ear. But the moment that pushed Zoey over the edge, the thing that stayed in her mind the most, wasn’t the size of Ron’s cock or the orgasms that had left her breathless. “I want to see it again,” Zoey had whispered, breathlessly. Her fingers were still wet from her orgasm.

“I’m not as shameless as you! I simply can’t bear to see you acting all bold and confident while stealing someone else’s fiancé. It’s another story if you love Michael, but you’re just using him for revenge. Your twisted personality makes you jealous of others' happiness!” Infuriated, Suzy could not care less about speaking politely. “You’re calling me a third party, but aren’t you a homewrecker yourself? Do you think you’re nobler than me?” What was this about? Could people not tell right from wrong anymore? Even a homewrecker was starting to seek justice for another homewrecker. “I’ve never called myself noble and I wish you’ll not pretend to be that in front of me. I’ve seen many disgusti

The central clearing was imbued with an intense energy, and each she-wolf prepared to declare her intentions before Hunter. Zora stood by my side, confident, her gaze frequently meeting Hunter's. The exchange of glances between them was palpable, and an uncomfortable sensation settled in my chest. I couldn't deny the intensity of the gaze exchange between Zora and Hunter, but I tried to push away the feelings of jealousy that insisted on surfacing. Finally, it was Zora's turn to speak, expressing her desire to join Hunter as his mate. His eyes briefly met hers, and the exchange of glances between them was too intense.

HAZEL'S POV Zander and I spent the whole morning and most of the afternoon in bed. He had the chef serve us brunch in his room. I learnt that he was a closeted romantic. He had a secret collection of romance novels, that nobody knows about... well except for me. I was sticky from all the times Zander made me cum. Was it five or maybe six times? Shit, I lost count. I literally passed out from exhaustion, only to wake up an hour later by Zander's tongue. Oh God, please help me.

Thank you for following me throughout Astrid and Zeke’s story, they finally got their happy ever after! Though I am not sure whether to write about Leora and Hendrix’s story, they had a wild start throughout the story, if you want to hear about their story, you can do well to let me know in the comments and I will consider the possiblity of a sequel about Leor, Leora and Hendrix when they are all grown up. Please check out my other werewolf romance book, ‘Fated To Her Ruthless Alpha,’ and I promise you won’t be disappointed.

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

What just happened? I leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes. My body was on fire, arousal coiled low in my belly. I knew lines shouldn’t be crossed. I knew office affairs were dangerous, especially with someone like Damien Cross. But the way he looked at me… The way his voice dipped when he said my name… The way my skin tingled just from his touch… I didn’t just want more—I craved it. Later That Night I was curled on my couch in sweatpants, trying to watch a rom-com on N*****x when my phone buzzed. I grabbed it lazily, assuming it was my friend Cara. But the name that lit up the screen made me sit up straighter.

"I read one Gor novel, too, which really isn't a romance novel." "No contemporary BDSM books, no how-tos, nothing like that?" Sam inquired. "No. That was pretty much it," I replied. "Did your wife have a safe word?" Brianna asked. "Yes. I figured there had to be some way for Julia to opt out of her slavery if the reality wasn't meeting her expectations," I answered. "With the exception of the John Norman Gor novel, all of the romances were by women authors? In none of the reverse harem books, the multiple men were ever upset or jealous at having to share their woman?" Sam asked again.