Best Sellers In Romance Novels & Stories

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

"Your lens is... forgiving. You wrote the fear out of me." Elion sat next to him. Their shoulders touched. He reached into the box and picked up another copy. It felt cold and smooth. "It's already a bestseller," Elion whispered. Cale blinked. "How do you know?" "The publisher emailed me this morning. Pre-orders. It's number one on A****n. In Fantasy, Romance, and... weirdly, Philosophy." "Number one," Cale repeated. "That is a high ranking. Statistically significant." "It means people are reading it. Right now. Thousands of people. Strangers."

“I understand how it is. The first few weeks are always the best, huh? She’s still trying to fuck you senseless, to convince you to keep her around for a while.” “Excuse me.” If one more word came out of the other man’s maw, he might punch him, which would be bad for business. He took several deep breaths as he walked away, allowing another associate to catch his attention after he had calmed himself. Again, the conversation turned to Lanie, but this woman had nothing but praise. Apparently, the novelty of Jason Masters having a female companion provided a wealth of gossip, because he had multiple people congratulate him. When the last one wished him a happy marriage, he groaned.

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.

I whisper not wanting to disturb other people in the store "Jane Austin again!" Lexi laughs. "look she kinda ruled the classics era, you know," I say with a shrug. I take a look at the books Lexi was caressing a minute back." any good read in the modern romance?" I point at the books assembled in the rack right in front of her. "oh yeah, I am a big collen hover fan. I mean verity and ugly love are my favorites of all," she reaches for a book and hands it over to me.

In just two weeks since its publication, this masterpiece has taken the literary world by storm, leaving readers spellbound with its powerful storytelling and captivating prose. The impact of "Fragrance of Love" has been nothing short of extraordinary. The numbers speak for themselves: an astonishing one million copies of the ebook have already been sold, with additional 100,000-plus orders for the paperback pouring in. This remarkable achievement has catapulted the Pattinson Publication House, led by CEO Michael, to new heights, solidifying its position as the most successful publishing house in recent times.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.