Best Romance Drama Books Novels & Stories

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

I'd gladly shoot the ones who'll tell her otherwise. I busied myself by answering some emails as I sit on the couch in the Great Room, trying my best not to bother the people going back and forth to decorate. It was coming to life now, the wedding. Several flowers and lace and lights. I should feel sick to my stomach now, knowing that in less than three days, I'd be a married man, be Boss of two business, and have Mari as my wife, have her enemies as mine, and mine as hers. It wasn't scary though. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that this marriage is real. Somewhere deep inside the rubble of distrust and hate, bad history and vendettas, Mari and I have something real. Sure we might

Shadow raised her head to smell it, her big brown eyes curious, but upon finding it to be nothing other than frustrating ideas, she resettled. It had seemed so easy at first glance. Audrey and Ray had fallen in love once; I knew they could do it again. I had buzzed through my shift, sprinted home, and hopped on the computer for research. Fast forward two hours and I had no results. Everything I found was either too complex or too reminiscent of “The Parent Trap”. I had no idea how to get these two people to fall in love, let alone how to get them in the same room. My balloon of hope and excitement was quickly deflating, reality a slow leak sinking it. My phone chimed, and the noise startled

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

Benita said flatly. “You look beautiful,” Rafe murmured, stepping closer. She stepped back. Holding onto Tana’s arm, she descended the stairs. Damien waited downstairs. The scent of white roses filled the room, it felt too clean, too staged. When Benita descended the stairs, something in his chest fractured. She looked regal. Furious. Unbroken. A challenge. Their eyes met. And in that moment, Damien knew. Buying her hadn’t satisfied him. It had ruined him.

The meal is delicious and filling, making me feel rather drowsy. Despite my tiring day, I am not quite ready for bed, so when Taylor heads to his study, I curl up on the couch in front of the wood-burning stove. I find the book I have been reading on the app on my phone and turn on some Third Eye Blind, marvelling at all the technology in one small device, once again. I am soon engrossed in Jane Eyre, despite having read the book numerous times. I must have fallen asleep on the couch as I find myself in Taylor's arms as he carries me into the bedroom. "What time is it?" I whisper into his chest.

Love is never an easy thing. The beautiful tale of a princess and a prince living happily ever after is nothing more than a bedtime story. In reality, it's not as simple as expressing one's feelings and everything falling into place with joy. No, it's never that easy. Velia and Lucas have proven that. They were bound by a past that constantly tried to separate them. Resentment was deeply rooted in their hearts, ingrained in every breath they took, intertwining with their journey through life.

I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.

She mumbled in confusion, she decided to do something else for passing the time but she didn't had much to do, she started to sharpen her Blades and knifes, cleaned her guns but still got bored after finishing that, sighing she decided to read books once again thinking not every aisle will contain romantic books, she entered the library and started looking for books but all of them turned out to be love Stories, finally she found one book which she thought she can read to pass the time. Damian was watching her actions sitting in his office through cameras grinning evilly, last night when he saw her reading thriller genre he texted jack to replace all the books with erotic stories, he wanted

“Shouldn’t come in? Shouldn’t tell you how fucking hard it is to keep my hands off you? You kissed me back, Malia so don’t bother pretending.” “That was…” she stammered, hugging the book against her chest like it was armor. “That was a mistake.” I smirked, climbing onto the edge of her bed, ignoring the way she shrank back against the headboard. “Funny. It didn’t feel like a mistake, it felt like you finally stopped lying to yourself.” Her chest rose and fell too fast. I could see it in her eyes, panic tangled with want. “You’re making this harder than it has to be.”