Bacaan Novel Romantis Novels & Stories

“Get a man.” I laughed out loud, shaking my head. The doorbell hanging above the doorframe chimed. “Hey, Summer,” said Bailey, our regular customer, strolling in. “Hey, Bailey. Here for your usual pickups?” “Nothing says horror more than real life itself,” she replied in her usual lethargic voice. “Reading a horror novel to me equals reading a romance. Just a little more terrifyingly exquisite.” I giggled to myself as she disappeared behind the shelves. I began sorting the books on the counter. Suddenly, someone slammed one of my favorite romance novels down. My breath caught as that familiar invigorating scent hit me like a speeding train.

She had been so cold for so long, and now she could feel a burning desire rushing through her, bright and overwhelming. When he lay back on the bed and spoke her name into the quiet, something inside her stirred, soft at first and then insistent. His awareness of her felt like a hand brushing against her soul. Every time he shifted, every time his breath changed, she thought it rippled through her, a quiet pull that made her drift closer without quite meaning to.

Arash asked Zaya in return. "Do you know about the author of this novel?" Zaya asked again. "Oh ...!" Arash clapped his hands and walked back towards the table where Zaya was sitting, smiling proudly at her. "That's a romance novelist from Indonesia, as far as I remember ... each of her novels always uses a different flower photo, right?" Arash asked again.

I want her to know how much I want her and want to be with her, but I don’t want to scare her off. “What were you reading on the balcony?” I asked her. “Just a romance book,” she replied. “It’s about a mafia princess who falls in love with a guy in the mafia, but she’s betrothed to someone else. It’s very well written.” “Sounds like a great love story. One you could tell your kids,” I smirked. “Well, probably not all the violence and sex,” Isabella giggled. “True,” I chuckled. “What are you doing tomorrow?” I probed.

This is going to be nice, I just know it. I spend hours cooking, snacking, reading, and it feels like a dream. My fae romance novel takes me to a land that doesn’t resemble my life and I’m so happy to lose myself in it. I’m reading along happily when I come across a word that strikes me dead. Mates. Great. Just what I was trying to forget about. I put it down and pull out the other book I brought, a historical fiction novel. No mates here, no way. Dinnertime creeps around and I spend a while making a nice risotto with a side salad and garlic bread. It’s so good it borders on s*x.

“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.

Sitting on the chair, putting a book on the table, she pretended to read a book. I went and sat beside Ryan. "Oh, you are reading a romantic novel". I said while giving surprising expressions. "Yeah, I like them". He whispered. "Have you read three mates and the alpha". I asked him. "No, I don't like fantasy novels". He replied. "Oh, I often read romantic fantasy novels". I said. "By the way, who are you? hero! I haven't seen you in this high school. Your face can't easily be forgotten. So, I know that you are not from here". He asked.

I take it from the bag I brought in my hand and open it to the page marked with a marker. I can count a maximum of ten minutes of reading until Adam brings his body close to me and sits next to me. ""Love of a Duke". "He reads on the cover of the book in my hands. "I didn't know what romanticism made the type of the young lady. "There are many things about me that you don't know. " I return without taking my attention from the book. "You're sharp"tongued today. "He comments but I don't answer.

Sebastian choose not to answer as he got up and walk over to where she stood, taking the book from her he read the title, his eyes narrowed when he look into hers, " Erotic romance? that is some pretty heavy reading, wouldn't you rather pick a light romance novel, might be much more better" His comment angered her, she grabbed the book back from him, " what the hell is that supposed to mean?" She snapped at him, " Are you not use to being around women who can read anything they want to? Or do I look like a kid to you?"

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.