Beyond Romance Drama Novels & Stories

My anger comes out with each word. “Their neighbors said he was hardly at home. And whenever he is at home, the wife puts on a different façade.” The silence around us is enough to suffocate anyone. Urging him to go on, he continues talking. “Colton Rowan engaged in shady businesses and often gambled with all his money, causing him to fall into depths. His depth is the reason Kaidaira was given out in a marriage union with her ex-mate.” Roman pauses again and this time the silence lasted longer than before. There is something in Roman's eyes. Caution?! What is he being cautious of? He is also trying to control his anger this time. I decide to break the long soul piercing silence.

"You're ridiculous." "But you love me," Ash said with a grin. Maria finally settled on a random rom-com and tossed the remote aside. "Fine. We'll watch this." Ash groaned. "Ugh. Romance." Maria raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you just binge-watching a romance series last week?" "That was different. It had drama. Chaos. Betrayal. And lots of unresolved tension." Maria rolled her eyes. "So, basically, you love romance, just not when it's straightforward."

“What kind of job are we talking about?” “A contract marriage,” Emma said. Sonia blinked, then laughed nervously, thinking her friend was joking. But when she saw Emma’s serious expression, the smile faded. For sure her friend was serious. “Wait. What? A contract marriage? Like in those drama series?” Emma nodded. “Yes. Apparently, there’s this wealthy guy who needs a wife. And guess what?” Emma asked, watching Sonia adjust herself properly on the couch. “Wait, there’s more?” Sonia asked; her eyes widened; the whole story was getting interesting.

He exited the chat, only to reopen it again. He repeated this action several times. But I no longer waited for a reply. In the lonely nights fighting cancer, I realized I did not love him as much as I thought. Because it hurt too much. It hurt so much that I could not waste time thinking about love or romance. And about our uncertain, impossible future. …… Zac was getting married. The wedding was grand, the kind of event I had once dreamed of. But Zac looked particularly anxious. He was checking his phone constantly, so much so that he did not even notice when Evelyn walked up to him in her wedding dress.

Neither of the two was any good, so they deserved each other. After their marriage, their life descended into chaos. They fought every other day and sometimes even violently. Neighbors could hear Victoria's cries through the walls. I listened to these stories with a sense of satisfaction. Their mutual torment seemed like fitting karma. Over the next few months, news about Raymond and Victoria would trickle to my ears. They were both fired from their jobs due to their disruptive behavior. Apparently, Raymond's temper had grown increasingly violent, and he regularly berated and struck Victoria. Meanwhile, I had reached a turning point in my own life. I decided to go to Garrisonville to try my

“It’s nothing, darling. I just owe him a little money.” And now the same man had resurfaced—standing beside Jason. Sophia’s chest tightened. “Julian,” she whispered. “What if there's more to this than we think” Julian looked at her sharply, eyes narrowing slightly. “Then,” he said quietly, “we’re dealing with something much deeper than rivalry.” The silence that followed was heavy and lingering, stretching between them like a shadow neither wanted to acknowledge. Outside, the wind howled faintly against the walls. Somewhere in the distance, a car door slammed.

Adrian vaulted over the back of the heavy leather sofa, landing with a deliberate thud on the cushion beside him as Lyon slid a copy of the morning edition across the mahogany table. STORMBREAKERS SHATTER LOSING STREAK, the bold headline proclaimed, BUT CAN THEY CONQUER THE QUARTER-FINALS? "Well, you won't hear me lodging any complaints." Adrian hooked a powerful arm around Lyon’s shoulders, dragging him into his personal space without a shred of hesitation. They had all collapsed into a tangled heap on the floor the night of their seven-way union, falling into a deep, predator's sleep together, and ever since that night, Lyon had seemingly abandoned his protests regarding their complete lac

“Don't be so dramatic. We've already been apart for almost three months.” “Don't say apart,” Gian protested with a pout. “We're just in a long-distance marriage. Got it?” “Okay, okay.” She nodded with a quiet laugh. “We'll have to get used to the distance for a while. Besides, I'm doing just fine here.” Instead of feeling reassured, Gian shook his head. “I don't want to get used to living without you.” Aurelia fell silent for a moment before letting out a soft sigh. Suddenly, something crossed her mind.

Like she owns all of me. “Something wrong with your movie?” I ask, dragging my gaze away from the curve of her thighs. “Subscription off?” She shakes her head. “No. I’ve watched it before, I wasn’t that intrigued.” “Oh,” I mutter. “Romance is boring now?” She chuckles, low and warm. “No. I never said that. Romance is still goated.” I snort. “I have seen better.” “Better things like what?” “Money and power. They exceed whatever fantasy you have wrapped romance in.”

I woke up and it seems like I've been born again. Painting. It seems like art is the only language I spoke and when I woke up not being able to do art, I became deaf. I shook my head to remove those thoughts and changed the channel. It brought me to a news. "Ms. Olivia Z. Bautista is reported being engaged now. The media still doesn't know about the man she is engaged but she said it in a interview the other day. So, are we going to have the most beautiful wedding of the year?" I heard the news anchor said and then they flashed pictures of Mommy.