Romans & histoires All About Romance

I teased, arching a brow. That got him laughing, low and boyish. But I didn’t let the moment drift. I tugged him closer, fingers curling into the collar of his robe, my lips brushing his before deepening the kiss. For me, romance was never just about the touch. It was everything else, the stolen glances in the kitchen, the silly matching robes, the way he thought about my comfort before his own. The flirt woven through the day, the acts of service, the little promises unspoken. That was what made me ache for him. That was what had me melting into his arms now, already too far gone to pull back.

Sophie is a typical romantic young woman. The books she reads most are romance fiction stories and the rules inside the books had become her treasured wisdom. "Let me tell you, in this type of properly arranged blind date, you will not be able to find any suitable partners. It is too old-fashioned. Everyone who comes will be prepared with their hearts filled with expectations and imaginations. When they really meet, they will not have any feelings anymore. The type of fate that comes unexpectedly is more reliable. For example, at a supermarket, when he reaches for something and accidentally hits you or he is pushing a trolley and accidentally knocks into you.......

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

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.”

"I bought you the white roses. I brought you to an exclusive event on a date. I purchased one of the rarest, most coveted pieces of jewelry on the planet for you. What else could you possibly want?" She looked down at her lap, her shoulders dropping as she let out a quiet, frustrated sigh. "I don't know, Lucien... Perhaps a normal date? In a regular restaurant? Where we actually get to sit across from each other and talk like human beings?" I went completely still, staring at her flushed, stubborn face. A cold, irritating realization settled heavily in my gut. This was a total disaster. Her concept of romance and mine were operating in completely different dimensions. In my world, romance wa

"Tell me about the book you were reading. What is it about?" P**n. Flushing, I bite my lip "It's a romantic story" and by romance, I mean a girl getting railed by three men at once. I wasn't kidding when I said I'd gotten to the spicy part. She was finally going to sleep with all three of them together. Lucky bitch. "Ah, you're a romantic then?" Anti-romantic. People who say they're in love are full of shit. I believe in power, loyalty, and money.

He tells me while he sees his ties. “Ouch!” I say angrily. “What nonsense.” I said, very upset by what he just told me. “The best thing you can give to a dead person is to always remember them for what they were. “This is not a movie, Miss Jefferson.” He tells me, looking at me seriously. “It could be a movie, don't you believe in what happens in romantic movies?” I asked him, confident that the world is not so bad and maybe it can be as beautiful as movies.

The moment he caught sight of her, he yanked her into his arms, babbling senselessly. "Charlotte, I'm so glad you've come back to me at last, after all this time… I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you happy… I swear you'll have nothing but the very best… that's why I've spent five years learning how to sweet-talk a woman, buy her gifts… I'm a good kisser, now! I'll be so good to you! I'll make you feel like the luckiest woman who ever lived! So, please… say you'll be mine, won't you? I really, really, really like you…"

“Love. Labels. All of that. It’s a distraction. Romance is for people who haven’t figured out how fake it is.” I set down my fork. “That’s a little cynical.” “It’s realistic.” “No,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “It’s sad.” He looked at me, like he was trying to solve a puzzle he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer to. “I’ve seen enough to know love is an illusion. People cling to it because they’re afraid of being alone. They romanticize pain and call it passion.” I stared. “Wow.” Then he added, almost casually, “Romance is for naïve girls.”

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.