Classical Romance Novels & Stories

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode twelve🌹🌹 .. .. 💕Lady Katherine’s POV 💕 .. .. Rain poured heavily as thunder stroke the clouds. Lightening came like brimstone’s,as the thunder roared. I made my way quickly and secretly to Lord ceaser chamber, making sure my hooded cloak did the job of hiding meIt’s been a while since we spent time together and sent words to me, seeking my presence in his chamber.

"This won't work Liam, our relationship won't work because I don't like you." Liam smiled grimly at Mila's determined tone and shook his head. "You don't have to like me to be my queen, you think the previous king and queen lived together because they loved each other?" Liam snorted. “What you saw was just an illusion, try to think more rationally. Your head is filled with the romantic stories Anna told you. Those stories are very unrealistic."

Hoping we can be friends " Louise said enthusiastically as he vowed his head as gentleman. Girls keep screamed of love and kept stared at how handsome he was. While Loki stunned, her fingers unexpectedly pointed at him. "what are you doing, Loki? " Polly asked "He was the blonde haired man I met yesterday" Loki gave a cold stare at Louise. Louise looked at Loki to her place and smiled sparkly, he waved his hand and went to her direction “ I didn’t know you will be my classmate, Darling” Louise smirked “Its been a while, darling that we met again. I guess we are destined to be together “ and he suddenly held her two hands and kissed her hand as he gave an prince impression towards her.

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

Then he kissed his wife, who answered with a sweet smile and came out like a knight of the Holy Order at the door of the salon, from darkness to light, from sadness to joy, like a true nobleman full of parental love to his scent, the heir to the titles parents, a knight, strong in his father's court or among the great ladies who were ashamed of the brilliance of this demigod, but a vulnerable spider on the field of honor, crushed in his great duels by the great trumpets of the show, amazed by the swords that fluttering in flashes and a baltag like a mad cyclops hitting his chest, so well ends a volume of romantic stories in blood and death, but only now reveal the actors and the beautiful ar

Enrico muttered clicking their glass to cheers for this lovely night. Kendra enjoys the tranquility of the night embracing the gentle breeze and solitude to grace their whole evening and a lifetime to cherish. Beneath the shimmering canvas of the night sky, they found themselves drawn to the gentle lull of the Arno River, where the ancient bridges stood as silent witnesses to the timeless romance that had blossomed in the heart of this storied land. With a shared sense of melancholic serenity, they settled on a secluded terrace, enveloped in the whispers of a warm Mediterranean breeze that carried with it the promises of amore and the wistful remembrance of moments that would forever be etch

On its touch to something, it dries. “Was it wrong to follow my desire? No.” She question herself. A vivid picture of her and Adrian as they always sat under the shade of the tree exhilarated by their love. In romanticism, they were the love birds after Romeo and Juliet. Christine would always hold him by his waist as she laid her bosom on his chest and raised her head at an angle of fixed degrees. A white eyes with black spots at the centre and always immobile. They swallowed each other's tongues as their heart delved to nourish their satisfaction. Adrian was a despot for her. His hand on a shoulder and the other on her thighs. They seemed in their world. They felt themselves on a beach. On

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"