College Romance Novels Novels & Stories

She loved the idea of love, the romantic books she read helped her know more and dreamed for more. She doesn’t know where or when she’ll meet her prince charming but she was sure going to keep herself for him until then. Colonel Frederick proposing to her was so laughable, that it annoyed her that her family didn’t see it the way she did. There was no way she was going to spend the rest of her life with such a man. He was definitely not her prince charming, his horrid look already spelt that out. Then the age gap was just the last straw. How again, she pondered, could he even think of proposing marriage to her? There was no love or attraction between them, at least none from her side. She mi

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

This might come as a surprise, given that I’m the workaholic type who rarely gets involved in relationships, but I wasn’t always like this, especially during my college years. I completed college at the young age of 18 and finished my master’s degree in just a year. Not to brag, but facts are facts. I met Helen two years into college, and we spent a year together before I left for my master’s program. Our relationship crashed down just as I was nearing the end of my studies. I must’ve been 19 then, right? I don’t care to recall the details of how we met or how things ended. And right now, I don’t have even the slightest feeling for her, which makes me wonder if I ever loved her in the first

And suddenly, his old prejudice found a convenient loophole. Nova wasn't beneath him anymore. She was worthy. And Gabriel made a decision…he would marry Nova Pierce. After all… He had noticed her first. He discovered she worked for OmniCore. Then came the Gala. Gabriel attended expecting to finally make his move. Instead...Nova arrived with Nicolai Moreau. Her fiancé. Gabriel remembered the rage. Of all fucking people. Moreau. Once again, Nicolai Moreau had taken something Gabriel believed should have been his. Worse...Nova had chosen him. Gabriel's bitterness twisted into something darker. When nobody else understood her value, he had noticed her. When she was merely some common girl Lexing

“Do you still remember?” Memories flashed through my mind before I could stop them. The first apartment we rented together after college. Burning pancakes because neither of us knew how to cook. Movie nights on the couch. Him falling asleep with his head on my shoulder while I watched documentaries. Him finally proposing to me in the same spot we had our first date. “I remember everything.” That was the problem, wasn’t it? I wished I didn’t. I wished I could just forget. He took one hesitant step closer.

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private. "This is our most popular section," Edward said, noticing my reaction. "Romance readers are loyal. And they buy a lot of books." "I can see that." Next to it was fantasy. Then a section labeled "Romantasy" that made my heart skip. Sarah J. Maas. Jennifer L. Armentrout. Rebecca Yarros. All my favorites, beautifully displayed. "You read?" Edward asked. "Yeah. A lot, actually." "What genres?" "These, mostly." I gestured to the romance and fantasy sections. "Dark romance. Romantasy. Anything with morally gray characters and impossible love stories."

Then, as I scrolled further, a suggestion caught my eye: "Read romance novels to understand what love looks like in action." It sounded ridiculous, but desperation overrode pride. I clicked onto a bookstore website and began scrolling through its romance section. The titles and covers differed-some sweet, others fiery-but they all promised the same thing: a vision of what love might look like. I put a stack of them into my cart, trying to block out that nagging little voice inside my head, which questioned what I was doing. As I finished placing the order, I caught my reflection in the screen. Garrett Cullen, crime lord, feared by most, now rummaging through romance novels for answers. The t