Bold Romantic Novels & Stories

His hair is in dirty blonde color which I couldn't deny but- it suited him. He coughs and turns his head slightly to the side and I observe him more, eyes sticking to his side profile. I counted every piercing hanging on his ears and smirked in amusement when his sharp eyes penetrated mine and he got closer. "What are you doing" his voice was heard deep near mine and unconsciously my body moved forward into the warm feeling radiated from his body. "you got a nice tattoo" my voice came out in a low whisper mixing in the dark atmosphere as I let my sincere thought out and he went stiff but my body moved further into him. Captivated by the smell of his man column. I could smell him all day long

Interesting. “Right?” Romero asked “It is normal to get attracted to a younger beautiful lady, it's healthy my body react to her, it's nothing right?” His whole being wanted that this wasn't what he thought it was yet some part of him wanted it to be but he can't afford to suffer like before. Red sighed, he could sense his best friend's fear and longing mixed together which breeded Romero's uncertainty. “Well, it is,” “I sense a but.” Romero said as he stood up from behind his seat in his office, his phone in his hand as he walked to his couch.

Oh, Raul had been far too forward and suggestive, but when they had spoken she had felt as if she were confiding in a friend—had felt a little as if she belonged in the world. But all Raul wanted was sex. Lovely had hoped for a little more. Not a whole lot, but, yes, perhaps a little romance would be a nice side dish for her first time. Wrong dress, Lovely thought as she looked in the mirror. Wrong shoes, Lovely thought as she strapped on her neutral heels. Wrong man, Lovely knew as she walked into the bar and saw Bastiano waiting. Oh, he was terribly good-looking—even with that scar—and yet he did not move her. But perhaps this was romance, Lovely thought sadly, for he was charming as he or

he murmured, eyefucking her entire body. She inhaled deeply and opened her eyes, and his blue orbs met hers. Scarlett wanted to be fucked by him now that he was entirely exposed in front of her and Scarlett was feeling his body with her hands; they were basically just fuck buddies. Scarlet's father was Damien's business partner, and she is a well-known model. She fell in love with his looks at first sight, or desire, and ventured to propose a deal to him at a party held by her father, despite knowing how dangerous he is. Surprisingly, he agreed.

Knight steps away, flexing his muscles, “Are you ready to go?” “If you want.” “I like it so much when you’re obedient and I know this is the real you, all broken, cute, pretty and sweet.” “That is nonsense!” “Do you know how much strength it takes for one not to fall in love with the person they hate?” His eyes are glinting, “They say they will become weak hopeless romantics, so take your time and make sure you fall for me, Bram. I want you to love me.” I can’t stand him talking like this, so I changed the topic to, “This hunt is a bad idea, can we not go?”

He let go of my shirt, but he didn't move back. "You want to be the Golden Boy so bad," Jax murmured, his voice softening into something dangerous. "But you’re the one who can’t keep his eyes off the liability." I looked at him, the anger and the attraction finally blurring into one singular, desperate point. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to scream. But mostly, I just wanted silence.

It gave the impression of strong and dashing at the same time. Lucas was a point that Velia did not expect, but has recorded in the pages of her past. Born into a respectable and wealthy family. Blessed with intelligence and good looks. Blessed with calmness and an aura of dominance that can daunt anyone the interlocutor. As a result, it was not strange that many women fall in love even though he seems cold and scary.

In the growing light of dawn, the city of love seemed to hold its breath, as if acknowledging that within these walls lay a passion powerful enough to rival its own romantic legacy. Dawn painted the historic spires of Paris in shades of gold and rose, but my world had narrowed to the dangerous perfection of Nathan's embrace. In this moment, surrounded by centuries of romantic history and wrapped in the arms of my devastating billionaire, I understood that some loves transcend ordinary definitions. What we shared was as rare and precious as the diamonds he draped me in - dangerous, beautiful, and absolutely unstoppable.

This was as good an apology as she would ever get it… She knew it was his way of telling her that he knew she deserved a better setting for her first time, but that she couldn’t expect him to be a romantic partner. “As memorable as it could be,” she nodded at him, a lazy blissful smile stretching her lips. She had half a mind to tell him it had been everything she had hoped for and more, but she couldn’t. This was Roman freaking Bianchi. He was a mafia boss, and he didn’t do romance as far as she knew. Before long, they left the dimly lit bar, with Rose limping a little bit, her soreness both tingling with pleasure and slightly painful at the same time.

“To show this school what true bonds are. What romantic is. And I need you in order to prove it—not just here, but to the world.” Minsung blinked, scoffing. “Romantic? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Joonwoo’s smile grew. “Romantic means… you don’t fight for dominance or thrills. You fight for passion. For goals. For friends. For something you can call a dream.” The alley went quiet again. The words carried further than Joonwoo realized. Even Seojun and Dongpil exchanged looks, their expressions briefly shaken. Minsung let out a short laugh, his smirk returning.