Clean Romances Novels & Stories

Ryan took the seat beside her, the space between them smaller than it used to be. “So,” he began, breaking the comfortable silence, “you never did tell me why you hate rom-coms so much.” Amber rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. “They’re unrealistic. No one falls in love that quickly. And don’t even get me started on the grand gestures—they’re so overdone.” “Not a fan of a good airport chase scene, huh?” he teased, earning a soft laugh from her. “Absolutely not. If someone tried to chase me through an airport, I’d probably call security,” she replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Mark. He grinned as he made himself comfortable next to me, his hand casually placed on my shoulder. "I could have never guess you write forbidden romance," he admitted hoarsely. "Let alone forbidden...erotica." "Why? You think love alone completes a romance story?" I folded my arms over my chest. He shrugged. "Isn't the essence of romance all about love?" I shook my head. "Love makes people dumb. I think I'II just stick to sex over love in romance, it's less complicated."

In this chaotic world of gangs, fights, and brotherhood, he’ll chase the one thing that makes life worth fighting for: romanticism the beauty of living with meaning, emotion, and heart. 💥 Expect: Intense street fights with emotion and style Deep friendships and rivalries A heartfelt journey about second chances A system that rewards conviction, not cruelty And maybe… a little love along the way Thank you for reading and supporting this story. If you enjoy it, please leave a comment, review, or share. it means the world to me as a new author. 🙏Let’s bring back the feeling of romance, loyalty, and fire in a world that’s forgotten it. Welcome to Romanticism System.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I got carried away. I haven’t seen him on screen for a decade. That’s why I didn’t recognize him.” “I remember those days, Julia,” Dominic interjected. “I could tell you stories all day.” “Oh, shut up, Dom.” Edward rolled his eyes. “Guys, can we excuse ourselves for a moment? Julia needs to rest. We’ve been driving for hours,” Adam interrupted. “Is Ronald inside?” “He’s inside. He’s waiting, man,” Dominic said. “Come.” Adam grabbed my hand and brought me down a long corridor. “Stop flirting with my friend,” he demanded. “I don’t want you to have a crush on anyone anymore but me.”

She watched as the anxiety on his face vanish but there were still some embers of hope in his eyes. "I guess I'll just have to charm you then. I'll charm you into falling in love with me," Asher asserts, yet he was scared his words were dumb. He could be slick-tongued with the ladies when he wanted to, but he had no such luck with Joan. Still, he hoped his words carried over his emotions. This was all so confusing to Joan. She and Asher are in a contractual relationship which he initiated for selfish reasons. They are deceiving people through the camouflage of a fake romance. All that was enough for Joan to refuse his advances now that he wants an actual romance.

and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, arrogant, and ruthless businessman. Never in my dreams, I thought you can be a ‘hopeless romantic’ too.” "See, when it comes to romance, I believe in keeping it simple. For a second, did you call me ‘hopeless romantic’ by any chance?", his words held a little annoyance. Very little that to be noted.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

And we can look at instances such as - calling yourselves romantic names rather than your real names". I scoffed and almost laughed and Ryan noticed. Romantic names indeed. "Yes - it's one of the spices of a relationship. You shouldn't just go ahead calling each other by your names. You can make use of something like baby, sugar, sweetheart, love, and all that..." "Ma'am" I suddenly cut in and raised my hand. Oh, God! I didn't even realize when I did that. "Yes ma'am Bethel? Do you have something to say?" The counselor asked and I slowly stood up.

I muttered a thank you to him as he starts up the car. "No need to thank me Samantha, tonight you will be my women and it's only my duty to open doors for you. Treat you like a queen you are." He used the hand that wasn't holding the steering wheel to hold mine and place a kiss on it. I giggled out loud like an high school girl. Who knew my romoe was actually a real life Romeo ,he has being behaving so romantic since yesterday and I am loving this side of him. It new and loving. I wish this night could never end.

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.