Cheesy Romance Novels & Stories

He smirked, thumb brushing against my lips. “Only if you go first.” The words fell from my lips, but they weren’t mine. ‘Goddess damn you, Emilia!’ I shouted, shoving my wolf back. Chesed had that devious glint in his eyes and Cheshire smile on his lips. ‘His very kissable, magic lips that made you cum twice.’ Emilia licked her lips.

She was at the tip of the precipice, ready to fall off at the smallest push. "Ugh! yes... ahh!" Asher groans out his completion, the heat of his nectar finally pushing Cassidy off the precipice. "Ahh! yes, yes! yes!" Cassidy's orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, her hips moving at a fiery speed, the world exploded before her eyes in a cacophony of bright colors, a molten heat spreading from her core, all the muscles in her body contracting and releasing in tandem. Cassidy burst out laughing, thoroughly spent, a romp with Asher was always tiring.

His lips were covered with melted cheese which made me laugh aloud. "What?", he rolled his eyes. "Nothing. But you can eat mine", I controlled my laughter. "Okay, take this", he held his half-eaten pizza in front of my mouth. "Well, you said your stomach won't be filled even if you eat the whole. Then why are you feeding me from yours?", I raised my eyebrows. "It's called romance, Fimi", he rolled his eyes. "Aha? Romance? Or you wanna smash the melted cheese on my mouth because I laughed at you.

She whispered. “What? Really?” I asked. I felt a sudden possessiveness as being the only one to have her sweet pussy. “Yes, I understand if you want to stop.” She said. “I won’t stop if you don’t want me to stop. Are you sure? Shouldn’t you want romance?” I asked her. “Fuck romance. All romance ever did was cheat on me. I’m sure, Jasper.” She answered. I kissed her hard, tugging at the strands of her hair and kneading on her tits. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked her tight peak.

Cheetah said "Go on" He said. "Last night, one of Aurelio's precious belonging was declared missing and we found the object in her belongings. Shockingly Aurelio defended her and said he was actually meaning to give it to her as a gift. Godfather I think there's some romantic chemistry going on between those two" Cheetah said and Godfather immediately looked up "By chemistry you mean love?" Godfather asked and Cheetah nodded. Godfather slammed his hand hard on the chess board.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

"But I'm curious, what does romance mean to you?" Max leaned in closer to Chloe, his voice low and husky, as he whispered softly into her ear, "Romance is like the changing sky at dusk, with colors shifting and blending together to create something new and beautiful each time. It's like the dance of fireflies on a warm summer evening, a dazzling display that takes your breath away.” His words flowed like a gentle stream, carrying with them the promise of something sweet and special. Chloe felt her heart skip a beat, and a shiver ran down her spine like a gentle breeze on a summer day, as she turned away to hide the reddened flush on her cheeks.

Cassidy's hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer as if to fuse us together, her body arching into me on the couch, soft curves pressing against the hard lines of my chest. The rom-com droned on in the background, the canned laughter from the screen a mocking counterpoint to the raw intensity building between us—the quickening breaths, the subtle hitch in her throat as my tongue traced hers, delving deeper to taste the lingering spice of arrabbiata mingled with the sweetness that was uniquely her, like honeyed warmth on a cool evening.

Then, they started kissing as if they were completely alone. Crystal covered her eyes. “Ugh. Dad, Mom, I’m right here.” Richie held Melanie in his arms like she was some fragile piece of glass. “What are you talking about? I have no other women in my life. You’re the only one I love. Who hurt you? I’m going to make them pay!” I watched the affectionate display with icy calm. Then, I began to clap for the loving couple. “How touching. I’m honestly about to tear up. Who knew you could be such a manly man in private, Richie?”

She tried to mask it by taking a sip of her coffee, but the warmth spreading across her chest wasn’t from the drink. After a moment, she cleared her throat, trying to shift the mood. “You know…” she began, her eyes gleaming with mischief, “you completely ruined my image of you.” Damon tilted his head, feigning curiosity. “Oh? And what image is that?” “That you’re cold, bossy, and only good at making me annoyed.” She tapped her fingers against the mug, lips curling. “Turns out you’re secretly a romantic.” He chuckled lowly, the sound rich and smooth. “Don’t get used to it.”