Country Of Romance Novels & Stories

"I have a list of countries but I'll settle for Romania. I've always wanted to visit that country.'' she said. As the managing director of the biggest oil company in the country and other investments scattered around the world, Remus could afford an expensive trip for him and his mate. He had a lot of investments and shares scattered around the world and when the handsome bachelor announced that he was getting married to his heart robe, so many heads turned as they each imagined who the lucky woman was. "Romania? Okay love, Romania it is." Remus smiled. "Wait? You're not kidding?" Sylvia said.

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

"She's out to get me. She faked her death. She faked the whole dramatic exit. She'll show up once I've paid my dues." He clung to that belief. It was all he had. Even if the love he felt was nothing but a side effect of some drug. Even if that love had curdled into something dark. Nora was beside herself, crying next to him. Francis watched her, and after a long pause, a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Natalie loved me. She'd come running back the second she heard I was off the market." Nora, eyes red and swollen, looked up at Francis on bended knee and heard him say softly, "Nora, let's go ahead with the wedding, okay?

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.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

"Well, this is what makes you never last forever in a relationship. You've never been yourself." "What do you mean?" "You always try to be someone else to please your boyfriend. It won't last long, Ra. The proof is now Varo dumped you because he said you were too spoiled. Ari, your previous boyfriend, dumped you because you were too independent." "Can I get married if my relationship always ends like this? I want to be like anyone of our age who are already married." Ryan rolled his eyes lazily. "why do you always talk about it? Hey, being single means we're preparing for the arrival of a better love. Positive thinking, Ra!"

The wolf family was sent away with their lives, but the father felt insulted by her intervention and was bothered the entire day. Unable to hide his displeasure, he summoned her to his private court and accused her of adultery. Astonished, the mother tried bravely to defend her honor, but her fate was sealed even before she stepped foot in his court. When she attempted to beckon to his better nature, one that he did not possess, he flung her across the room where she was pinned by a tusk hanging from the wall. Her lifeless body was tossed into the woods, unburied and without her honour as a Luna. Since then, I have detested my father’s anger above all things.

I take another bite of pizza, and I remember, I was sixteen, and in a river, swiming, with he-who-must-not-be-named and Elena we splashed water all over our selves, Elena swam away and he kissed me, I felt it to my toes, as I wrap my legs around him, I felt him pushing against me, and I wanted to sink into him, we kissed and kissed till our mouth went numb. "Right now." I lie, and she nods, smiling. "My turn, truth." She grins, and I frown, thinking. "What's your dream country, the best you've ever been to?" Influenced by Alcohol, She yells "Romania, Poland and Amsterdam."

Arya must have slept for a long time because when her eyes opened, she was in her husband’s arms as he carried her in bridal style to the car. “Hey, sleepy head. Are you feeling okay?”, Leonardo asked. She yawned and blinked a couple of times. “Yeah, we are already here. Where are we exactly?”, she asked. “France”, he drawled casually. Arya’s attention was all focused on him now. France was an exquisite choice for a relaxing and romantic getaway. Renowned for its unparalleled romance, France offers stunning landscapes, world-class cuisine and a rich cultural heritage.

Olivia said, slipping her phone into her pocket, “We need to buy a bottle of expensive wine.” Ivy blinked and I raised a brow. We’d come this far, and something about Olivia’s excitement made it impossible not to trust her. As we walked, Olivia turned to us with a sparkle in her eyes. “Okay, girls, here are the rules we need to follow.” “Rules?” Ivy asked cautiously. “Yeah. First question—best country?” “America—my home,” Ivy answered proudly. “Nope. Wrong.” Olivia grinned. “It’s Italy. Always say Italy.”