Baca Novel Romantis Novels & Stories

Anna shook her head and said, "No, I will forever remember that." Ryan opened the bag containing the books inside the bag and read what Anna bought, "A Whirlwind Romance With Mister Knight." He handed her the book and proposed, "You start." They got comfortable on the couch, and Anna began to read the story. At first, it was the usual exciting tale of a girl meeting a beautiful man, but as the pages turned, it became sensual.

At the bottom of the shelf, though, were a handful of romance novels—in English, no less. I pulled out a historical romance by a favorite author of mine. I hadn’t read this one, and I’d already finished the one romance I’d brought with me. I was a total bore and preferred to read printed books still. Probably because they smelled nice. If e-readers could let out a puff of new-book scent, though, I’d buy one in a heartbeat. “The Seduction of Miss Emily Morris,” Olivier read over my shoulder. “That rather gives the plot away, no?”

“It is just a novel.” “It. Is. Just. A. Novel.” He picked a fluffy romance book and thrust it into my hands forcefully. “But, it can affect your mood. So, you are allowed to read only those stories that make you happy.” I bit my lower lip as I browsed through the pages of the book; briefly glancing at the ending. What Kain didn’t understand was that such happy endings hurt more than the tragic ones. They filled me with a longing I knew could never be fulfilled. They reminded me of everything that I could never have.

I don't have any pending assignments right now, so I thought I'd read a story on the Good Novel app first. Ever since I couldn't buy physical books anymore, I started reading different stories about fantasy and romance on this app. At least I'm having fun, especially when I'm stressed out over school work and other stuff. I'm reading Miss Thinz's story Her Ruthless Alpha because I love Erdy and Zerra's story. I hope I can find a man like Erdy. They're not just handsome and rich, but they're also really loving and caring. But those kinds of men can only exist in novels.

With a deep breath, I turned the first page of the romance novel, eager to immerse myself in its tender tale. The story unfolded like a delicate dance, a waltz of whispered promises and stolen glances. Each word painted a vivid picture in my mind, transporting me to a realm where love bloomed like flowers in spring. With every chapter, I found myself drawn deeper into the lives of the characters, their emotions becoming entwined with my own.

Okay, maybe I actually read them often. She looks up at me and flashes me a dazzling smile. “I wonder where it is then… where you learn your romantic tendencies from. Reading romance novels could be very informative to guys. You could learn a thing or two from the male leads.” “My romantic side is natural, baby. I was born this way. A book can’t teach me anything I don’t already know,” I say as I lick my lips and rub my hands suggestively. She throws her head back and laughs. The sound is as beautiful as the music of angels.

the movie echoed. “Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears. “Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”. “Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned. “Fuck me harder,” she responded. Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl. Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.

She then opened her online novel app and checked the notification for the latest episode update of the ongoing novel she was following. Suddenly, Emily burst into laughter as she began to read the romantic comedy novel. Line by line, paragraph by paragraph, her beautiful eyes followed along. Reading romantic comedy novels was always a mood booster for Emily. Besides enjoying the fantasy, Emily also gleaned moral lessons from them. For her, reading was not just about entertainment but also about capturing the positive side, which was the main goal of every writer.

Even so, the whole process feels like a battle, and I am already exhausted by the time I have the books in my hands. I still read romantic novels. There is something comforting about them, even if some of the stories hit a little too close to home. Some of the plots are eerily similar to my own life, while others are pure escapism—beautiful, heartwarming tales from start to finish. Sure, the characters face hardships and tribulations, but what always stands out to me is the love and trust between the couples. It is the kind of love that feels unshakable, the kind I used to dream about. Now, I am not so sure if that kind of love exists for me anymore.

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"