Contemporary Romance Novels & Stories

Shadow raised her head to smell it, her big brown eyes curious, but upon finding it to be nothing other than frustrating ideas, she resettled. It had seemed so easy at first glance. Audrey and Ray had fallen in love once; I knew they could do it again. I had buzzed through my shift, sprinted home, and hopped on the computer for research. Fast forward two hours and I had no results. Everything I found was either too complex or too reminiscent of “The Parent Trap”. I had no idea how to get these two people to fall in love, let alone how to get them in the same room. My balloon of hope and excitement was quickly deflating, reality a slow leak sinking it. My phone chimed, and the noise startled

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

She gulped hard to find the room, which was decorated like it was for the nuptial night for the newlyweds. Harsh hugged her from her back, her fingers are tugging in her palm. She is looking at the surface. His fingers were roaming on her gown on the flat belly. "Are you ready to be mine?" He bit her earlobe, which caused a moan from her mouth. Her face colour matched with the red gown. She knows what he wants. She whirled rapidly and hid her face in his chest. He chuckled and his hands were roaming on her half bareback.

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.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

He immediately pointed at her and snapped back angrily. “Hey, stop yelling! I can hear you just fine. I’m not deaf!” “If you’re not deaf, then why aren’t you answering my question?” Angelica challenged, growing angrier. Collin growled, no longer able to hold it in. Just a few months into marriage, and it already felt like nothing but hell. “I’ll answer however I want. Why are you interfering?” “What’s wrong with you? Are you trying to find an excuse to cheat by coming home late and saying you have work?”

"Julian, if the world is going to change, I need you to keep me human." The anger in his eyes shifted, morphing into a raw, feral hunger. He didn't say a word. He crashed his lips against mine, the taste of copper and salt and victory filling my senses. This wasn't the calculated passion of the Amalfi Coast; this was a collision of two people who knew they were likely the most hated, and most powerful, humans on the planet.

We resumed our initial sitting arrangement, and slowly, Anna strode toward April, and before April could say a word, Anna crossed her leg over and sat on April, her lips crashing against hers without a moment’s pause—hungry and unrelenting. Their tongues collided, twirling, battling, seeking dominance, plunging deep into each other’s mouths as if swallowing air would never be enough. Anna’s hands roamed, sneaking under April’s bra, cupping, teasing, massaging her breasts with firm, eager fingers. April moaned, melting into the touch, arching slightly, pressing hard back against Anna. Anna kissed down April’s throat, her tongue trailing wet lines, and then tugged April’s bikini top down just

“Okay, so remember that guy I told you about…the one with the sleeve tattoos and the six-pack and the vocabulary of a small-town priest?” Elena groans. “Please don’t say you're still talking to him.” “Oh, I’m not talking,” Karissah says smugly. “We’re communicating. Emotionally. Physically. Occasionally through memes.” I cackle. “So it’s a situationship.” “Exactly! The best kind. No rules. No expectations. Just vibes and delusion.” Elena raises an eyebrow. “How’s that going for you?” Karissah shrugs. “I think I’m in love, but also I never want to see him in daylight.”