Classical Romance Novels & Stories

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

"What do you feel romance in the Medieval times was like?" "Well, they had no cell phones or modern means of transportation," I squinted my eyes in a different direction, appearing to think. "So my guess is that it was pretty fucked up." Kyle laughed, "Come on, Grace, be serious." "I am being serious." I chuckled. "It must've been totally boring and annoying." He frowned at me. "Sorry." I said with food in my mouth. "What does G****e say?" "Medieval romance was mostly based on chivalry, an idealized noble hero-knight and women being held in high regard." He said. "It also had fairytale-like setting and simple predictable plots."

'They are diabolical! "Well, Colm, what are we watching?" Celly asked. Colm smiled, "I appreciate being included." He slid his arms off the sofa and wrapped them around the girls pulling them close to his sides. "I figured, I should show you both how sophisticated and romantic I am." He smiled. "Let's watch Roman Holiday. I love Audrey Hepburn, or if you ladies prefer romance with some comedy The Princess Bride is a great classic and I'm sure you both will swoon over Wesley and his sword skills." Colm winked at Ang.

But he wasn't sure it was worth bringing a girl home to provoke a reaction from his ghost. Neither option felt good. Ben closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. He took deep breaths, picturing still water, quiet trails, the rhythm of movement without thought. His mind betrayed him. Arousal started heating his body. The memory of the latest bar hookup slid in uninvited. The way she had squeezed his head between her thighs when he flicked his tongue against her clit. The sound she’d made when he hit the right spot. His body responded instantly. He craved the carnal touches of another.

He lifted Melody's chin playfully and said coolly, "Little kitty, what mischief are you planning now?" "You just focus on driving. Leave the rest to me," Melody purred. "Along the way, this little kitty will give you an experience of speed and passion like never before." Lucas immediately understood what Melody meant: she wanted to pleasure him while he was driving... This was completely reckless, and since he was going to meet Nina, it was also disrespectful to her. But— Lucas's throat bobbed. As they say, the more forbidden something is, the more exciting it becomes; the dirtier the mind, the wilder in bed.

Jeanna commented. "That’s more often said about parents and children," Linda corrected gently, her role as a senior secretary making her quick to ensure accuracy. "Right, I meant that the best kind of romance is one that grows over time and endures into old age." Jeanna rolled her eyes. Compared to Cedric, Austin seemed like the more dependable type. After all, if not for his timely intervention years ago, Sophie might not have survived. The idea of repaying a life-saving debt with romance might seem cliché, but it did paint a pretty picture.

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

He was very confident in his charisma. "My woman deserves the best in this world," he claimed, tilting his chin up as he declared in a domineering manner, "You'll only get the best if you're with me." Diana was speechless. She wondered how easily she used to be moved by his cringy promises. Nonetheless, Cedric thought she was silent because she was too shy and touched to say anything. He smirked, a flicker of disdain flashing across his eyes. He marveled at how easy it was to seduce women. Romance was literally the only thing they had in their minds. With just a bit of sweet talk, he could lure them in easily.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

With a deep sigh, she pressed the doorbell and waited patiently for him. It didn't take long for Dennis to open the door, as soon as he saw her, he drew her close to him and gave her a long romantic kiss. "You look beautiful" he whispered to her left ear and Cassandra found herself blushing so hard even if it isn't the first time hearing such a word from Dennis. "Thanks" she replied and walked into the house. Dinner was already set for them, as Cassandra walked in, she saw the arranged table filled with candles, roses, a bottle of red wine and glasses.