A Little Romance Novels & Stories

Allison mumbled in embarrassment. Romario's eyes gleamed with amusement as he gazed at Allison, her embarrassment evident in her flushed cheeks. He chuckled, his deep voice rumbling, "Ah, my pet wants clothes, huh?" He turned to his wardrobe, retrieving a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, for Allison put on. Romario's eyes sparkled with mischief as he pulled Allison close, their chests pressing together. His breath caressed her face, making her heart race. "Master..." she whispered, but Romario silenced her with a short, intense kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, leaving her breathless.

I smiled, trying to adjust my eyesight. “You're half-way done with your revenge,” he whispered like it was the most romantic achievement of the year. I couldn’t help it, I laughed softly. “Is that why you…” I spread my hands, gesturing to the romantic decoration in the dim room. There was a small cake on the table, Rose petals were scattered on the floor, leading toward the bed, and beside the bed stood a lamp burning low; casting slow amber shadows across the walls like dancing flames. My chest grew tight.

"Larry, are you sure that this plan will be work out?" "Of course, I saw that on many romantic movies. All the misunderstanding between them would be solved after they had calmed down and have the candle light dinner." "But they usually have the breakfast together but it didn't work out." "Because we are sitting on the table too and it is not romantic. The dark room which has only the light from the candle and the petals of Rose will make them soft their minds and submit to each other." "Haha! I didn't know that you would be a romantic person too."

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Rose Laughed inside their mind knowing it was going to be a little funny. “Crazy is as crazy does…I think you’re crazy just because you’re with me…or I’m with you….Either way it’s just the saaame…just as true…think you’re maybe a little bit mad to love somebody who may be just a little bit bad” She smirked and did a seductive dance for Romero for a moment

Élliot asked, pointing at Moreau. " I'm in.." he said in a low voice, " Great, we'll move tonight, '' Delphine announced. They are going to raid Romanesque unannounced. .. .. .. The light of the moon shone in the town of Romanesque, it was like every other night, everyone had retired to their beds. Lamps were lit around, in one of the houses, two girls, one at the age of sixteen, the other eleven, were seen petting their new found toy, which they received from their mother as a gift.

I grouse. The back door suddenly opened and...what? Oh my gee! Gentle Aura!!! Are you...Are you kidding me? I flinched and moved backwards. My second super crush after Ryan - young and charming. Am I dreaming? He was standing in front of me. "Hey, were you hurt?" He asked in the mildest tone ever. Hold on, I thought he was grumpy? I bent my head, unable to look at him. The fragrance around him was sweet. He was dripping in gold.

--♪I wanna slow dance, if you're feeling me now If we don't hold hands, you'd be killing me now I need a romance, one chance I just wanna know if you'd slow dance.♪-- Tristan's POV. Turning on my heels with my hands now stuffed into my pockets, I backtracked towards where my car was parked. Kids were running around left and right, kids who shouldn't be doing a thing outside the safe compound of their various homes, kids who could get kidnapped very easily. Some guys huddled around a small stall located a few feet from the compound Snow had disappeared into. They were smoking something and crackling stupid jokes, directly beside them stood a table containing betting materials with more young

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.