Novel & Cerita Action Romantic

Bella: “You’re really supporting this? Annie, come on!” Annie: “Think about it—two attractive people with a not so good history, forced into a marriage, under the same roof, pretending to be in love. Forced kisses, shared bed, vulnerability… of course attraction’s gonna build. Either sweet, romantic attraction, or the ‘I hate you so much I wanna fuck you’ kind. Totally normal.” Bella: “We are not in a romance book Nessa ! Here’s the thing, you’ve just been single and celibate too long, that’s it! How long has it been again?”

I lifted my hands to his chest, pressed against the warmth of him, and whispered, “I love you, Ethan. I’ve always—” He quieted me with his lips. A slow, sensual kiss that was full of morning, full of sunlight, full of home. The way he kissed me now wasn’t rushed or needy. It was almost...sacred. The kind of kiss that seeps into your very soul and stays there. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing against him as if I could never get close enough. “I’ve been dreaming of this,” he whispered between kisses. “Of you in my arms like this. No walls. No fear. Just us.”

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

he said and laugh but I didn't care about what he's saying I just want to have sex with him. "Ahhh" "Ohh, Ugh" "Uhm" All you wanna hear in cubicles is our moan. I don't know if someone can hear us but I faster thrusting and after a minute with both reached our orgasm. We fixed our clothes before we go out but on the side of the door bathroom, Ralph was there and looked hurt. I came back to my sense and I realized that I hurt the person who treats me special and made me feel loved but I cano teach my heart to love him because someone already owns my heart and it's Genesis.

Kate stopped talking immediately as Sebastian raised his hands indicating for her to shut up. "What are you doing here babe?" Sebastian asked out aloud as everyone froze at his question including Ace. "I….I ." Adia stuttered unable to find the right words to say "Save your strength babe, you know I hate it alot when you stress yourself" Sebastian coaxed placing his hands round Adia waist, shocking Kate, Adia and most especially Ace. 'when did Sebastian start being romantic?' Ace asked himself as he stared at Sebastian in disbelief. "Come on babe, you need to visit your sister remember, Ace let's go" Sebastian called out acting as if Kate was invincible.

I said. Annie waved her hand dismissively. “Honey, if you’ve got my brother talking marriage, you’re already family.” “This is the first I’ve heard of it,” I said. “Classic Booker,” Annie said with a giggle. “Romance is not his forte.” I bit my lip which made Austin chuckle. “She knows.” “He’s romantic in his own way,” I said. “Seriously,” Annie said. “Saint.” “Yeah, she is.” Austin kissed me quickly.

“Now, you know how I feel every time I set eyes on you. I wonder what Roman sees in you. I am obviously prettier, smarter and more matured that you are.” I shot her a glare. “You can shove your maturity up your ass. Maybe if you weren't so annoying, you would know that Roman is only attracted to me because we are mates and a mate bond is the stronger than a mere coverup marriage,” I retorted. “How dare you!” She growled attempting to hit me but I caught her hand. “Don't you ever try this again,” u said coldly, tightening my grip on her hand. “You were the one who came here to piss me off so don't act like I am a spoilt disrespectful brat when all you have done is provoke me.”

I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.

she asked lightly. “Yes.” “Romantic.” His gaze flicked up briefly. “Hold still.” He rolled her sleeve carefully. The graze ran along her upper arm, shallow but angry. “It’s nothing,” she said. “It’s not nothing.” His fingers were steady as he cleaned the wound. But his breathing wasn’t. She noticed. “You’re shaking,” she said quietly. “I’m not.” “You are.” He stopped moving. For one second. Then continued. “I don’t react well,” he said evenly, “when people I care about are shot.”

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.