Best Romantic Excerpts From Novels Mga Nobela at Kwento

When a soft knock comes on the door, Cameron doesn't bother looking up since it was going to be Rosa. "Dinner is ready" Rosa announced as she stepped into the room "I don't have an appetite" Cameron's eyes were glued to the book which only made Rosa frown and so she took long steps towards her and ripped the book out of her hand. "What are you doing?" Closing the book, Rosa shook her head, with everything that's happening to her life, she still couldn't believe Cameron can stomach all the crazy in romance books. They were overly exaggerated and made falling in love seem so harmless. Rosa could disagree with all of them, seeing Cameron suffering and how the late Alpha killed his wife was evi

I had seen a lot of books in Romeo's office and that meant he loved reading, but something in my gut told me this was not okay. The book on his table caught me, I hastily grabbed it and it was clear, it was Carina's new release. Her name was engraved on the cover and the title of the book, 'Desiring Aros' I flipped through the pages. I had read the story when it was in her first draft so I knew it. It was her novel. "Why?" I breathed. "How do you know her?" I asked a stupid question. For a lover of books, he would know her.

I didn't catch the rest of the description because her voice started to trail off at the end, but I knew that it was something sexually intimate with how brightly her cheeks shone, nearly matching the color of the flames flickering before her. To be honest, I wasn't surprised that it reminded her of her books. I did it on purpose, after all. I had gone through all her books on her overflowing shelf and picked out the romance books with the most worn-out covers in the prior week. I spent most of my nights leading up to this day reading her books and picking out the most memorable scenes to recreate, in particular, the scenes where the pages in her book were the most smudged.

"Explain. Now." "There's nothing to explain." "The first one looked like he'd kill for you. This one looks like he'd die for you. And you're standing here looking like you don't know which one you want. That's not nothing. That's the plot of every romance novel I've ever read." I stared at her. "You read romance novels?"

In the center of the room stood an imposing mahogany desk with a leather chair. In front of it was a large black chaise longue resting on a round white rug. The atmosphere was luxurious yet discreet. Magnificent. I spent several minutes simply admiring the most beautiful room I had ever entered. Then I slowly walked along the shelves, stopping when I reached Historical Romance. Romance novels were what had brought me this far as a virgin. They were my Achilles’ heel, and there was nothing I could do about it. I picked up my cliché: Pride and Prejudice.

She had a sweet smile on her beautiful face. His heart melted right away. " Yes " She could have it. The book his mother loved so much, she could have it. The book he treasured so much, she could have it. She could have it all because he. He loved her. " Thank you, I love Romeo and Juliet " Pearl smiled. She always had a liking for this special book. She loved their love story, their tragedy. Lucas smiled. She is just like his mother. He picked up a photo frame. He looked at it. His heart turned soft and his eyes watery.

Holding the small novel in one hand, I lazily dragged my bare feet through the soft grass, feeling the warm breeze fluttering through my loose curls, the thin sunrays dancing in between the thick branches lightly caressing my bare shoulders and face as I strode straight towards my favorite, secluded place. Sitting on the same fallen log, I opened the book once again from where I had left off, quickly losing myself in the beautiful romance story. “...her heartbeat quickened, feeling his delicate fingers touch her bare skin, a burning fire erupting within her as his lips finally met hers, holding their passionate battle for dominance, his hard member-”

She cautiously made her way back to the quiet library. She scanned the thousands of titles, her fingers brushing over worn leather spines. She should have picked a history, or a strategy text, something to sharpen her mind. Instead, her hand hesitated and then settled on a novel with a worn, colorful cover depicting a windswept couple. A romance. It felt foolish, indulgent, but she pulled it from the shelf anyway.

Damn… I couldn’t help but feel a little excited and nervous all in one go but ohh goodness help me! “Um Yea sure, you can hang for a bit if you want." I opened the door wider and moved for him to come in, then shut it and locked it behind us. I sat back on my bed and grabbed my book as he sat beside me "what you reading then?" "well… it’s actually a book full of romantic love letters and poetry that lovers would send to each other during the war but the way they speak to each other, the love and feelings that are put into each letter, It’s amazing, like no matter how far away they are or how long they have to stay away... it’s like they know that no matter what, their love will bring them b

I was delighted to see him this happy. “Because I was attracted to you. If I remember correctly, we went to the library and-.” She started, forgetting her mother was here. I cleared my throat, making her eyes widen in realization. Telling her mother that she had made me grip her throat and make her forget about her anger, wasn’t the best course of discussion on the first day of knowing her fiancé. “You… read me your favourite part of a book.” “Yes. Les Fleurs Bleues by Raymond Queneau.” I smiled, making her nod. She turned to her mother and whispered something, winking conspicuously at me. I rose my brows but she giggled, forgetting that Henry was in earshot.