Bacaan Novel Romantis Novels & Stories

Watching her wake up has become one of my new favorite pastimes and I don’t want to miss it this morning, although she won’t wake up for another couple hours at least; she’s a night creature. I get up and walk back into the bedroom. Stopping at the foot of the bed, I laugh softly as I see the three of them tangled up in each other’s limbs. I then proceed to our library nook in another corner of our room, sit in my favorite chair, and pull out the romance novel I started to read last night. It is a good one. A story about an author who gets a movie deal and gets tangled up with the three male actors who audition to play characters in her book.

She was fully expecting him to give it one glance, and put it down with a caustic remark about trash, at which she would mutter something equally caustic about literary snobs. Instead he scanned it for perhaps twenty seconds. It was ridiculous to feel embarrassed, but she did. Not because he was reading about the imaginative contortions of Dominic and Natalya, but because he was probably imagining her reading them and getting all hot and erogenous in the process. In fact, she had not. As scenes of rampant nookie went, it had been disappointingly unerotic - more like a DIY plumbing manual than anything else. ‘Jesus,* he muttered at last. ‘This is anatomically impossible.*

She picked up one of the books she hadn't finished reading since earlier in the afternoon, as suggested by Marco. While waiting for her husband, Letta began to read the book page by page. The book seemed very intriguing, causing Letta to get carried away, until she finally slammed the book shut, her face flushing. The novel seemed to contain romantic scenes between the main characters and their partners, making Letta fan her flushed face. Once she had calmed down, Letta realized that they had never done such things, only receiving touches and a few kisses. Her heart raced, and her breath felt rapid. She playfully hit her head in frustration.

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Licking her lips, she moves to settle herself down next to the tray of delicious food before picking up her fork and knife and moving to enjoy her breakfast in peaceful bliss. 45 minutes later and a belly full of food, it doesn’t take Isabella long before she begins to get bored of just sitting within her room. Her body itching for something to keep her mind busy, that she decides on reading one of her many books, a book known as Our Luna, Our Mate. A spicy romance novel dealing with wolves. Werewolves to be more precise before diving into their pages for company. “Mmm, that’s it baby, moan for us” whispers Eros, loving the way Athena reacted to their touch even when Ares moved to bite her b

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.

But no matter how hard she tried to focus on the words, her attention kept drifting back to him. Patrícia smiled to herself as she looked at the book in her hands. She turned slightly toward the sleeping man and, even knowing he wouldn’t respond, asked lightly, “May I read out loud? I’m starting a romance different from what I’m used to. I hope you don’t mind.” She adjusted herself in the chair, crossing her legs, and ran her fingers over the pages before continuing. “The title is In Love with My Son’s Ex. Wow!” she laughed softly. “If you only knew how curious I am to read this… Well, I’ll start.”

Her hair was tousled, her face etched with weariness, but even in her exhaustion, she was breathtakingly beautiful. The cerulean depths of her eyes, like a summer sky reflecting the ocean, held me captive. I could have drowned in their beauty, lost in the swirling vortex of emotions they mirrored. "Hey, you," I said softly as I sat at the side of her bed. She smiled softly and I felt my heart racing. "Hello." I looked down at the book in her hand. "What're you reading?" Her cheeks darkened. "It's nothing, just a romance novel."

I grinned and added, "Okay, we'll start working on a novel called 'The Monster and the Flower.' Which I was working on. Because you already know I write fantasy romance, this novel falls into that category as well. Do you have any doubts about what I said?" He lifted his hand and stared at me like wanting me to pick him. "Stop teasing me and ask what you wanted to ask," I answered with a grin. He inquired, "Romance. I'm aware of what it is. But what exactly is fantasy romance?" "It is a work of fiction with mystical, non-human, and romantic aspects." "Like something from a fairytale?" Fairytale? Does he think I'm a children's book author? Don't be angry with him! He's your crush and has come