Novel & Cerita Dao Best Romance

Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.

Tony asks. "Of course, I forgive you. I knew you'd never kill me. That shot was not the best that you could do. Besides, let bygones be bygones. Let's go and drink whiskey. I need one after all the things that happened today. I want to check on Donna Romani," Dante says. Tony watches Dante walk away. I love to see Donald Romani. He has always had a crush on her. He knows she is much older than he is, but she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. He also knows that he can never reveal how he feels about her, because they need life would be worth nothing. Don Romani is known for being very jealous of his wife. As he and Enzo are standing in Dante's office, a younger version of Donna Ro

This was as good an apology as she would ever get it… She knew it was his way of telling her that he knew she deserved a better setting for her first time, but that she couldn’t expect him to be a romantic partner. “As memorable as it could be,” she nodded at him, a lazy blissful smile stretching her lips. She had half a mind to tell him it had been everything she had hoped for and more, but she couldn’t. This was Roman freaking Bianchi. He was a mafia boss, and he didn’t do romance as far as she knew. Before long, they left the dimly lit bar, with Rose limping a little bit, her soreness both tingling with pleasure and slightly painful at the same time.

“If that’s what you want, I understand.” “I…I’m glad that you understand.” He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. “What we are doing is very dangerous, especially given the circumstances. I just don’t want to make this marriage difficult in the future. You are a perfect woman, and you deserve someone who will love you and make you feel special, and I am not that guy. Our relationship is fake, the marriage is fake and won’t last. I can’t give you that. So… Thank you for understanding.”

The day the Thorne family announced our engagement, the New York underworld let out a collective sigh of relief. Because I was set to marry Daemon, the most straitlaced Don in the city, which meant I could no longer be the wild rose who tore up the racetrack. But I resisted with every fiber of my being, finding creative ways to test his limits. During his ten-million-dollar card game with a rival family's Capo, my hand "slipped" and sent a bottle of 1945 Romanee-Conti spilling across the ancient map that outlined their territories, sabotaging the entire negotiation.

“I promise to love and care for you, Macey. And I do not want this to be just about sex. I want to take all the right steps with you. I want to do this properly.” My breath hitched. I nodded. “Okay, D. I want that too.” He brushed his thumb across my cheek. “Good.” I kissed him again, unable to help myself. My entire body was warm and soft and excited all at once. Dinner was amazing. The food tasted incredible, but honestly the best part was Damien acting shy every time I teased him about being a secret romantic. “I never knew you were capable of something like this,” I said, waving my fork toward the empty, candlelit restaurant. “Roses? Cake? Renting out the whole place? Who are you?”

“It was a drunken joke—I don’t even remember most of it!” “And yet,” he murmured, stepping toward her, “you remember me.” Rhian opened her mouth—but nothing came. The scent of his cologne hit her again, rich and dark, like midnight. Like temptation. Like danger wrapped in silk. She took a step back. “You’re twisting everything. I don’t love you. I don’t even know you.” Damon’s gaze darkened. “Love doesn’t interest me, Rhian. Not yet. Loyalty does. Vows do. And you gave me both.”

"So do you. It's a shame it's all pretense." His smile was shallow, never reaching his eyes. "Not all of it," he replied. As the city lights shimmered around them, Serena pondered just how real this façade of romance might become. But as their car drew into the main road, Serena's phone suddenly buzzed. She glanced at the screen and froze. From an Unknown Number: "You have no idea who you're dealing with, Serena. Back off-while you still can." Her breath hitched. Damien noticed the change in her expression.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.