A Little Romance Novels & Stories

"Little Rocket, this will be your name from now." Little Rocket was mild, so it didn't kick her. It sniffed around her and snorted sweetly, melting her heart. Larissa walked Little Rocket around the area, singing, "Donkey, donkey, old and gray. Open your mouth and gently bray. Lift your ears and blow your horn to wake the world this sleepy morn …" Ambrose watched her as joy blossomed from the bottom of his heart. Gradually, a smile appeared across his lips. He couldn't bring himself to shift his gaze away from her.

Her hands left her mouth, as she placed it over her chest, picking up a note on the bouquet. [Thank you for coming my love, I love you.] The note was simple and short, yet it felt so intimate as June read it. "You didn't have to Hardin," she muttered in disbelief, this was more than she had anticipated. She turned around to thank him for putting so much effort into their first date. "Your legs?" June gasped as she turned around to find Hardin standing on his feet. Hardin smirked at her reaction, he made her jaw drop lower as he closed the distance between them without groaning in pain, "What-What is-" June stuttered unable to comprehend that his bandaged leg was perfectly fine.

It forced him to be late to join Velia in bed. Lucas walked slowly, not wanting to make any sound that could disturb her sleep. You look tired. Lucas took his place on the side of the bed. He gazed at Velia's peaceful face and stroked her hair. Tired? That one word managed to bring a faint smile to Lucas's face. He remembered the romance in his office earlier that day. How enjoyable it was. How passionate. It would surely be one of the love affairs Lucas would enjoy. And perhaps Velia felt the same way.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Now, it just made her angry with the constraints of her life, her circumstance. Lily crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to hold herself together. “If it ends tragically, it’s not a romance. It’s a love story, and a poor excuse for one at that.” She glanced toward the ocean again. The blue of the water was quickly fading to johnson as night approached. “When we were in the caves, you asked me if I wanted romance, and I didn’t answer.” She leaned in toward him, and he drew her into his arms, pressing her into him in a way that was both wicked and sinful but also belied a new gentleness in his touch. “The answer is yes,” she said. “I do want romance, true romance, and I don’t want us

Willow Five Years Later What exactly is romance? Is it like a movie moment where he runs to the airport after realising she was the one he loved after all? Or is it her finding his letters that her mother had hidden after all this time? It could be either of those, but for me, it’s a cupcake presented to you on your birthday morning, a simple ‘good morning, beautiful’ text or the ever-popular ‘let me know when you get home’ sentence.

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.

She beamed at me from across the room, her cheeks flushed with enthusiasm. I took a deep breath, rolling my eyes at the sudden festivity. Valentine’s Day, a day to be reminded that romance could be a fairy tale for others but a tired story for me. The dream’s ghost whispered at the back of my mind, and I shoved it aside with a sigh. Emma pointed at the poster plastered near the bulletin board. It featured two clocks perfectly synchronized, below the tagline: The Perfect Lover. "Isn't it romantic?" Emma gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “If I could, I wish... well, maybe someday I’ll find someone like that.” She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movi

He was standing near the window with his coat still on, looking at the bracket board like he was calculating. He greeted them both and then looked at Noah. “How are you feeling?” he asked. “Prepared”, Noah responded. Viktor nodded once. “Good. You're a big boy” They found their spots along the wall. Lena, in Arianna's arms, looked at the room. She was fourteen months old now and had opinions about most things, communicated through a combination of pointing and an expressive range of sounds that did not yet constitute words but conveyed meaning efficiently. She pointed at the bracket board.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]