Classical Romance Novels & Stories

“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.

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

The angry stompy steps were usual for Laura, the pack's Luna, anytime she was about to yell and lash at me for something I did wrong. Just as expected, my door burst open, and she stepped in with that malice brimming in her eyes. She stood tall and elegant, smelling so nice and alluring. She was dressed in a gown of deep crimson, the rich fabric flowing elegantly around her as she moved, highlighting her slender figure and emphasizing on her curves. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back in golden waves, portraying her as a woman of perfect beauty with a hint of being the woman of every man's dream, but she was far opposite from that.

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

She was fit to be called a living Aphrodite, he was just glad Clara was not as flirtatious as the goddess herself, his possessive ego would never allow it. Then, if one thought of it, the two couple really did resemble Aphrodite and Ares. Clara, a beautiful, goddess like woman, attractive, gentle, and motherly like, and she did have a decently high sexual appeal, but not overwhelmingly so. Raphael on the other hand was slightly hot tempered and possessive, just like Ares, he was not the most agreeable person on his position, although he did attract quite the number of women, yet he was deeply in love with Clara, and he had the yearning to fully have her for his own. What would that make Core

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

"I think you may have misspoke, considering you don't even know my name!" Saxon said passionately, "That's not important. What matters is that I have fallen in love with you at first sight. Feel my heart, it beats for you! Can you feel it?" People often said that French and Italian men were romantic examples, but if romance could also be equated with corniness, Jessica would rather not have this kind of romance that made her cringe. As she looked into the distance... she watched in horror as goosebumps rose on her arms... Sir, please don't ruin my pure and beautiful longing for Italian hunks over the years, okay?

I was about to leave when suddenly Miss Gisella called me. "Anna come here, I want to tell you something" she said motioning me with her hand to come closer. I awkwardly smile and advance my steps towards her. "Where have you been? We're discussing about our next performance La Sylphide" I tilted my head "La Sylphide?" I emphasize and she nod her head. My lips curved into a smile. I know La Sylphide, it is one of the oldest surviving classical ballet masterpiece. It is a romantic ballet, a magical love story that talks about heartbreak and forbidden love.