Country Romance Books Novels & Stories

I felt happy, content, and sometimes wished I'd have a happy ending. I started going through the books slowly as I checked out their names. Thousands of romance stories stood arranged on the shelf. I squinted my eyes at one that caught my attention. I selected it. "An Omega Breeder For The Ruthless Alpha King." That was the name of the book. I smiled at the book cover. It had a handsome man with a young maiden who looked smitten with her man. Goosebumps arose on my body at their chemistry. That was what books did to me. I imagined myself as the character.

It forced him to be late to join Velia in bed. Lucas walked slowly, not wanting to make any sound that could disturb her sleep. You look tired. Lucas took his place on the side of the bed. He gazed at Velia's peaceful face and stroked her hair. Tired? That one word managed to bring a faint smile to Lucas's face. He remembered the romance in his office earlier that day. How enjoyable it was. How passionate. It would surely be one of the love affairs Lucas would enjoy. And perhaps Velia felt the same way.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

Then take all this to the table, decorating it with a beautiful red rose. “They're ready,” I tell him excitedly, he gets up from the couch without any expression, throws his book at the couch and it falls on the floor, so I go for it and take it in my hands. I was honestly expecting to find a science or medicine book, but what I found was a cute fairy tale book. I just smiled when I saw different classic stories in this book, like Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella, but the doctor called me so I had to put him on the couch. “Miss Jefferson, present me your dish.” He tells me very seriously, while he thinks he is a chef.

It hit the internet like wildfire. By dawn, the entire city was buzzing about the headline: "Billionaire Damien Cole in FAKE Romance? Leaked Contract Exposes Staged Relationship." Serena sat frozen in front of her laptop as the article was splashed across every major gossip site. The article came with a photocopy of the original contract, complete with her signature and Damien's. Bullet points were highlighted in red. "Duration: Three months minimum." "Public appearances required." "Emotional intimacy not guaranteed."

“I don’t know. Isn’t he your boyfriend?” “Xavier isn’t my boyfriend.” “Pardon me. About to be your boyfriend.” “Not that either.” “Seriously, Noah,” Rina chimed in, finally tucking her phone away. “We’ve been friends for three years now and you don’t know that Lucas is Mr. Commitment-Phobe.” “I’m not a commitment-phobe. I’m just not—” “Interested in relationships. Yeah. Heard that before.” I scowled at her. She was acting entirely too cocky for my liking.

And the most dangerous part of all was how easily he made me forget that he was just the cook. Victor, my husband was much older than I was. He was in his late forties, while I was in my early thirties. It hadn’t been a love marriage. I had been pushed into it by my parents for his wealth, and I had accepted it because survival had sounded better than rebellion. Back then, I hadn’t thought I had much of a choice. My father had made sure of that.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Or maybe he'd suddenly realised that accepting a marriage proposal from a stranger didn't exactly speak of a sane mind. But he'd started it first. Too late for regrets, buster. I stood up and offered my hand to him, smirking at his questioning gaze. “Come on now. Like all deals we need to shake hands. You're well enough to do that aren't you Roman?” I emphasized his first name challengingly. It sounded ironic coming from me, given how I'd refused his hand in my bedroom, but matters changed. Something flickered in his gaze that I couldn't understand, but then, his lips lifted into what I could only call a deep devastating smirk.

Cass had only just managed to break free from Divers after going on at length about his so-called love. He had to convince Divers that he was truly, deeply in love with Sophie and wanted to marry her as soon as possible. But Divers wasn’t someone who could be fooled so easily. Even after they arrived at Cass’s apartment, he kept following him around. After nearly two hours of arguing, Divers finally gave up and left, abandoning Cass on his own. That left Cass drained from the debate, along with the pile of gifts sitting on the coffee table in the living room.