Best Romance Series Novels & Stories

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

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.”

Celeste ran her fingers through his hair, pressing soft kisses to his temple, his jaw, his mouth. “I love you," she whispered, the words breaking free before she could stop them. Damien lifted his head, eyes dark and wrecked and beautiful. “And I’ll love you," he said, "until there’s no breath left in me." He kissed her then, sweet and deep. The stars outside their window burned bright against the black sky, but Celeste didn’t need them anymore, she had her own constellation now, and every part of it led back to Damien Sinclair.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

Why don't we make things more interesting" she said as she slowly loosened the robe she was wearing. The black robe fell to her legs as also my heart to hell as well as I saw the sight in front of me. She stood in front of that huge gigantitic bed in nothing but a red lacy Victoria secret underwear. She picked up the other glass and walked towards me handing me the second glass. "Romeo I run this show" She spoke confidently, her red lips brushing the tip of my ear. For the first time I felt shiver run down my spine in anticipation on what to come. There is a saying that something must kill a man and Samantha might end up being that thing that kills me.

she replied, and I sighed. “You are jealous of them and just imagining it. Are you going to let them come between you both?” I asked her in a serious tone. “No! I don’t want to do that. I know he loves me, but both are so perfect. How can he love me? Maybe, just because I am not so perfect?” she asked and her questions didn’t stop. “Didn’t you know that he had a past?” I asked her not knowing what else to say. “I know! But I didn’t know that he has such a perfect pasts. It is not singular.” she replied and I actually didn’t understand her.

Joey Walker We're currently sitting and watching a drama she was pretty. She leaned to my shoulder and cling her arms to me. "Awww" She awwed, girls are so difficult. Let me remind you this, girls are difficult when it comes to romance. When they see something sweet when they're watching drama, they will squealed like a seal and can't stop talking about them. "That is so cute" She pointed at the main lead guy as he put his ring to proposed the girl on the puzzle.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

“What was it about?” “If I remember correctly, it started with these two vampires that were madly in love with each other. The first four books were all about their love story. Then another vampire came along and took the hero’s attention, so the heroine vampire spent the rest of the books trying to kill him. That’s what made me move on to another series.” She picked up several books and put them on the bed. “I read romance for the love, not for all the hate.” “You didn’t read all of these books?”

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.