Books Without Romance Novels & Stories

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny. “Your husband probably thinks you're too old for this. Bet he's never seen you this soaked. Never heard the way you moan when someone else is in control.” He was right. So fucking right. I had never gotten this wet for my husband. I do get wet, though, but not dripping like this. It was because he never did foreplay. He just went straight into sex, and I hated it, because I loved being touched the way Nikolai was touching me right now.

I pull my cardigan tighter around me, trying not to look like a woman unraveling on her fourth glass of wine. “I don’t write sex, Chloe. I write romance without all the detailed intimacy, I write about repressed trauma, losing a loved one, mystery, horror even not two people who’ve never met each other dirty talking and moan— oh God.” She takes my wine glass and replaces it with her full one. “Exactly. You’ve built an empire off tragedy. I think your readers are ready to read something based on actual pleasure or erotic tension.” “Ew. Who even reads things like that?”

“What are these?” “They’re romance novels.” “They’re p**n, Nala. I’ve been alive long enough to know the difference.” She didn’t deny it. Instead, she just stood there with her arms crossed, waiting. I studied her face. In all the centuries I’d known this woman, I’d never once seen her read anything that wasn’t academic. Science journals and historical texts and research papers dry enough to cure insomnia. She had entire shelves dedicated to old human civilizations and herbal remedies and subjects so boring I fell asleep just looking at the spines.

However, the genre of both of their books differed greatly. While Kayden went through books holding knowledge on various fields, Seraphine's interest was in cheesy romance novels. This was the rare type of leisurely activity she could enjoy in this world. The novels weren't badly written. However, the problem was lack of creativity. But this didn't bother Seraphine as most of the novels she read followed through the same plots anyway. Today, both of them were in the library, and instead of concentrating on the books, Kayden looked at her. She knew what he wanted to discuss about.

I don't, but I didn't give up without fighting you and I'm not going to leave those two parts without at least trying to do the same" "You're as romantic as I am desperate" "My books should have warned you about that" "You got to be kidding! Pornography is not the same as romance" "Depends on how it's written. It's not all moaning, unbridled sex, and exclamations of "oh my god!" ... Something has to lead to love" "So you're reading epic romances instead of porn huh?" I raise a skeptical eyebrow at him. "You didn't seem to have any objection when I was making you fall in love"

When I'm done in the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of white wine, savoring the tangy scent that rises from the glass. My eyes drift over to my bookcase in the living room, and I pad towards it. I let my hand caress the spines of several books before I halt at the one I am currently reading. It's a dark romance with heavy smut, gory violence and a male lead so morally grey you could call it pitch black. Love it!

Anyway, after all my ongoing books have been completed, I've decided to focus mainly on MM romances (billionaires, mafias and maybe wolves ;)] with a little sprinkle forbidden romances and realllyyy spicy smut I'll meet you in those new worlds. Really EFFING LOVE YOU

It was a study room. “I’m really sorry. I will just go.” I walked in the direction I came in. I couldn’t comprehend why I keep messing up everything. First it was climbing into his bed when he wasn’t there, then the embarrassing Leo story that my bestfriends took the honor of narrating. “Stay.” He muttered. I stopped in my tracks and looked puzzlingly at him. I avoided eye contact and settled my gaze to the books on the shelf. They were classics from Jane Eyre down to the Lord of the Flies. At the bottom of the shelf stood a huge collection of contemporary romance novels, the largest list I had ever seen someone possess.

The characters, their decisions, and their actions exist solely within the context of this fictional world and should not be viewed as reflections of healthy conduct or moral ideals. Readers should understand that dark romance as a genre often explores the darker aspects of human emotions, trauma, obsession, power, and redemption. The presence of such themes within this story does not indicate approval of them. Rather, these elements are used to develop the plot, challenge the characters, and create a compelling fictional narrative. The author recognizes the distinction between fiction and reality and encourages readers to do the same.