Novel & Cerita Best Romantic Love Novels

There's still long hours till morning. Checking the book in his hand, he discovered it to be a novel. 'The Red and the Black' by Stendhal. After checking the description of the book, he believed it wouldn't be bad to give it a try although he is not fond of reading novels. Leo prefer reading normal books, it doesn't matter which type it is as long as there are not romance books. Most of the romance books he read in the past are rather cliche, untrue and misleading because such love in books doesn't exist in this modern day society.

Joan faltered, her voice a murmur. "So what did you do? You had sex with him?" Francesca asked her voice a whisper. "This is bad Jo. This is not healthy for you. You know what type of character Asher is, he's going to hurt you." Francesca took Joan's hands in her own, she had closed the distance between the both of them. "He's in love with me Fran, and I feel the same too," Joan said candidly, her voice unwavering. "Oh, Jo-"

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.

The ring in my finger is a symbol, and so is our names on each other's HarmonyMatch app. And so, I decided let things go. I looked at him and said: "Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee," he looked at me, puzzled. "Your Highness. There is no hiding." I took a deep breath. "I'm in love you, too," I said. And there was silence. He just looked at me, face unreadable except for what seemed like shock. "Um…hello?" I asked, waving my hands before his face. "Hey, are you o–"

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The man was a billionaire and could pay for anything he wanted as long as he could get it. I moved close to the books and tried reading some of their titles. They were mostly novels, and a little gasp fled my lips when I saw my favorite dark romance series, sitting on the shelf. The Ryan Rule by Sadie Kincaid. I loved the four books of that series so much, and although I’ve read them all, I wouldn’t mind re-reading them again. I didn’t have the money to purchase the books so I borrowed from a schoolmate. But now they were here.

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

Crystal asked, a hint of amusement in her tone as she noticed Arielle stepping closer to her. Arielle leaned in slightly and whispered, “Grandmother has a… unique taste in horror movies.” Crystal chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “That she does,” she replied. As Arielle’s gaze fell on the book in Crystal’s hands, her face lit up with rare excitement. “Maa, do you like historical romance?” she asked, her voice brimming with curiosity. Crystal tilted the book to show the cover and replied, “I like anything by this author.” She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm.

"You can't like anyone other than my brother. You're his." This girl had a serious sense of loyalty. "You're a believer in that one true love, ride-or-die kind of romance, huh?" I teased. I knew exactly where she got it from—those romance novels she devoured. In those stories, no matter what drama or obstacles the characters face, readers always want them to end up together. And Yuna, with her head full of those romantic fantasies, probably dreamed of that kind of love too—where the main characters are destined for each other, no exceptions.

He held her down, ensuring every drop stayed buried deep, their bodies locked in sweaty, trembling union. As the aftershocks faded, Elina collapsed onto his chest, her breath ragged. "I love you," she whispered softly, breaking the rule only in this tender aftermath. Francis pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her possessively. He kissed the top of her head, inhaling the musky scent of their shared passion. "I know," he murmured, his voice softening for the first time. But even in this moment of quiet, the fire between them simmered, ready to ignite again.