All About Romance Novels & Stories

“I’m not friends with Minerva. She just keeps on thinking that we are because she was entitled as SADI’s Princess or whatever.” “Whoa… tsk, tsk.” I looked at her ridiculously. What’s with her reaction? “If you keep being that cold and insensitive, no one will fall in love with you. You will not get a girlfriend,” she mocked me. “Why? Is that all that matters to you? What do you even know about falling in love?” I questioned her before ignoring her. “Falling in love is one of the greatest things in this world. You might think negatively about that when you see a couple fighting. They are fighting because there is no more love revolving in their lives,” she explained.

After a silence between both of them, which transports them to highlights of their time together, Bruce kind of breaks the nostalgic moment, “But anyway, in one word... define Romantic...” “I see it like a box of chocolate, just one of those assortments that mom brought every time she came back from a trip. In our land, all people have practically one flavor. This is a well-assorted box...” excited.

His eyes flashed darkly for a moment. He then lifted his head again. His face was full of tenderness as he softly said, "Ana, there's nothing more important in this world than you. You haven't answered me yet. Will you be my girlfriend?" One hand held red roses, the other an extravagant and sparkling pink diamond necklace, like a dual guarantee representing love and future. This was beyond anything that was written in romance novels. The young ladies in the coffee shop were excited, their faces flushed. Seeing this, they couldn't help but cheer in low voices, "Say yes, say yes!"

Was this what he meant by Navier being moody today? “Let’s get to the basics first, so I’ll have an easier way to explain things to you. You need me to save your home, and I need you to teach me about romance. Well, technically not teach me as is, but, rather, experience romance with me… if that is a thing. A thing or not, this is still my only condition.” Before she could say anything, he placed a finger up to stop her. “My first love is complaining that I don’t know anything about romance, or what I know about romance is not exactly how she views it. Say I am not very experienced with what romance she wants, and I trust that you can help me.”

Jen approached madly to Loki while he gripped her arms as tightly and said. "Why do you come here just without my permission? Didn’t I told you never come to my birthday,?. “ and he added “ Let me be honest with you. The truth is... I never love you at the beginning. I just used you to replace her but let's end this. I don't want you anymore. I like women who have strong body, sweet, good -looking, a woman who can beautifully dressed and well-shaped body. While you are just dumb, simple girl, weak, quiet, and worthless. You're really shameful as my girlfriend. It's over now. Our relationship is just a joke."

I turn around and take a look at those. "They don't feel the same anymore", I tell him. He immediately frowns in confusion. "So, you got bored with ROMANCE?" "No. But there's a reason", I say, leaning against the shelf and placing my palm over the books. Then I slowly trace my hand over them. "And the reason is—" he leans back too, a foot of distance between us but we can clearly hear each other whispering. "People who read romance, mostly women—" I giggle. "They want to escape reality. So, they can find more beautiful things in fiction"

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.

#LoveSexRomance A/N: All my stories are not "EDITED VERSION" yet, so there are a lot of mistakes and typos like grammar and everything that is wrong when you read it...please be patient hehehe ty.

Elara asked. Adrian drew her closer. “Then we build something that does.” She rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. For the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to imagine tomorrow without dread. Romance, she realized, was not about escape. It was about choosing to stay. And as the night wrapped around them, Elara knew that whatever came next, this was real. Not perfect, not safe. But real.

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.