Affair Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Arielle rolled her eyes but smiled faintly. “Suit yourself.” She wandered into a bookstore nearby. The cool smell of paper and wood filled the small space. For the first time all day, she felt relaxed. No tense silences. No careful conversations. Just quiet. After twenty minutes she returned outside with a book in her hands. Roman glanced at the cover. “Romance?” “Absolutely not.” “Looks suspicious.” “It’s historical fiction.” “Same thing.” Arielle laughed despite herself. “You’re impossible.” Roman opened the car door again.

Why does everybody have an affair? And why am I not even surprised anymore? Is this another plot twist? Who's that author again? Starlynx? More like Starshit. It was clearly written on the cover that this was supposed to be a heartwarming romance story. Heartwarming my ass. That author really needs to be sent to a temple or something to repent for her sin. She was truly a fraud.

“What do you want me to say, Aela?” “That Finn is Aidan Sr.’s by-blow?” “By-blow?” Inessa repeated, her brow puckering. “His illegitimate child,” Aoife answered. “I need to get you hooked on historical romance next.” Despite myself, interest hit me. “You like romance books?” “Yes. We do,” was Inessa’s retort, but I sensed her bristling ahead of schedule. I raised my hands in surrender, because even though I wanted answers, I wasn’t a total bitch. Even if romance books hadn’t been my jam, I’d never give them crap about that. Someone’s taste was their taste, and I celebrated that.

Melody looked at Zach dotingly like a woman in love. Zach sure had his way with words. He could easily console Melody with just a few words. I did not listen to the rest of their conversation. My mind was only engrossed in one thing. No wonder Brandon did not like me—he was Melody's husband. I had to give it to Melody. She had an affair right under Brandon's nose, even when they worked together. I wondered what had happened to Brandon after my death in my past life. Then, an idea came to me. I was delighted.

His affections, it turned out, had wandered far from the confines of his home. Maite, Aaron’s ex-girlfriend, a woman with a fiery spirit and a penchant for luxury, had become the object of his clandestine affections. Their meetings were a carefully orchestrated ballet of deception, a series of stolen moments in quiet cafes and secluded hotels, carefully masked by a veneer of respectability.

Julia rolled her eyes demonstratively and muttered indignantly: - You think in stereotypes. He may turn out to be a monogamous man who is devoted to one and only beloved throughout his life. A beautiful face and body is not a label. Or maybe - God, this would be wonderful - he has not yet met the love of his life, and it will be you. “In my opinion, these romance novels that you swallow in batches in your free time from intimate affairs have begun to liquefy your brain,” Annelle noted in fear. - It’s better to carry on with your vulgarity.

Ariel would do anything to get what she wants, the bitch is cunny and cares less about anyone but herself. She met Ariel about to get into the elevator. Amira ran into it before it closed and then Ariel groaned. “What do you want?” She asked with an eye roll. “I want to know what you want with Donovan, you're gay. You hate the sight and touch of men. Your new girlfriend is not enough for you?” Amira looked at her. She rolled her eyes again. “Can you mind your Business? I can do whatever the hell I want as long as I don't cross your lane.” She looked away.

“Touch me, and you’ll regret it!” Emily shouted, pushing away a male doctor who had tried to calm her. She screamed, “All of you just protect each other! You’re all corrupt! What’s Anna giving you in return? If you don’t let me expose her, I’ll take my son and jump from this building!” The room erupted with chatter. "Maybe she’s right. Could Dr. Miller really be in an affair?” “I don’t know, but Dr. Miller’s young to be a lead physician. I wouldn’t be shocked if she… you know, used certain ‘connections’ to get here."

She smiled as she described her. "Dominic was the one driving that night. Dominic loved her, and likewise, Cassy loved him. But...she was engaged to be married to Rafael, Nick's older brother. The night before their wedding, they eloped together," she paused, a tear escaped her right eye, cascading down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be this emotional in front of you,” she wiped the tears with her hand and calmed herself down. “No, it’s okay, if you’re uncomfortable with telling me everything you don’t have to force yourself,”

She swallowed, “but the first day I met you, I didn't tell her. The first day we kissed, I didn't say anything to her because you occupied my mind like nothing ever had in my whole life. Those five days, I had the most awkward chats with her in the history of our sixteen years of knowing each other. I saw you every day after that first night, and I was trying to figure out what was wrong with me. I didn't know whether to talk to you or not because something felt different from all the other flings I had. My fiancée knew something was wrong, and so did I, because suddenly, I felt like I was cheating on her. Which was stupid because we were in an open relationship and I'd done this before. I m