Classical Romance Novels & Stories

There were racks of clothes. My father was standing by the window, talking into a phone. He looked at me and pointed to a chair. "Sit. We don't have much time." I sat. A woman with a headset walked over to me. "I'm Abby from the PR team. We need to move fast. The morning news cycle starts in six hours. We need the “Proof of Romance” package ready by then." "Proof of romance?" I asked. My voice felt dry. "Chloe is in the dressing room," Abby said, ignoring my question. "She’s ready. We’re going to do three sets of photos. One casual, one semi formal, and one official.”

“But it’s a forbidden romance, right? We can use it—” “No,” I interrupted. “Can you just let this Cade Hunter stuff rest? Let’s talk about actual reference samples.” “But I think your story is fresh and—” “Romeo and Juliet,” I said. “That’s a classic example of forbidden romance.” “And how was their relationship forbidden?” He shot back. “Their families hated each other, yet they still fell in love. Readers were drawn to their story because it wasn’t easy love. It was yearning… tension…”

"My darling works just fine. Her phone chimed again. A message from Damien: You have until morning. She studied the glowing screen. Finally, she typed back: Where should I sign? That evening found her in a luxurious penthouse suite nestled within one of the city's exclusive shopping enclaves. A French stylist named Margot was measuring her, as if the mention of Damien's name was just another whisper on the wind. "In high society, appearances are everything," Margot remarked, raising a beaded black evening gown. "People need to see you and think, 'She's untouchable now.""

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But due to certain circumstances, the responsibility was given to Caelum and I. We traveled through the royal capital, Valeria. Since it's a formal trip, the limousine we're in, as well as our entourage carry the flag of Arcadia and the royal crest, so we don't really stop for traffic around here. If anything, traffic stops for us, which I found rather amazing and also too much. But the good thing is, we arrive at the Grand Hotel of Arcadia in a matter of minutes. Although it's not as grand as the palace, the hotel's facade is just as luxurious. It has a classic and romantic look to it–a contrast to the Palace's modern opulence.

Love is what gives meaning to everything. As for her, she didn't want to postpone the guarantee of having control of her own destiny, pressured purely by necessity. Ambition is the summary of the true objective of her life, according to herself, but, in the minds of the traditional residents of Romântica, this relationship boils down to a series of possible mistakes that tradition does not usually forgive. “Here in Romantica, you should only marry for love! If the motivation is different, the union becomes a prison and the result is pain or separation.” Says an almost century-old lady.

- We only can hope that common sense finally reaches our kingdoms. Romeo lays his head on Julius' chest. He was not a fragile flower. He had always been strong and his sexuality had never been the cause of a loss of strength and courage. But now, here, pregnant, in the arms of his love, he wanted to simply be Julius' love. He wasn't submitting to him, but showing how much he loved and was loved. He was still the third-strongest vampire in the kingdom. That wouldn't change, even without the title, but if to be strong he couldn't simply love, fuck strength. Welcome to Volnerability.

We spent that final minute and kissed each other, not caring about whoever will see us. Because a kiss blown is a kiss wasted. The only real kiss is a kiss that is tasted. ~ END ~

I want to remember everything. "Your story seemed like a romantic comedy." I laughed and he sighed. Why did he sigh, is that relief? Adam stood up and stretched his body before holding his hand for me to take it. "To be truth, I wish our love story is just a romantic comedy..." His lips curled into a smile that was forced and my heart cracked upon seeing it. I will know the truth.

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..