Desperate Romantics Cast Novels & Stories

I looked up at the two satisfied figures at the desk and a wave of disgust and anger bubbled so strongly in my chest that I wanted to tear them apart. Angela had her arm wrapped around Matthew’s neck, her voice soft. “At our wedding, I want Giselle to come—” Before Angela could finish her sentence, Matthew’s phone rang. He picked up the call, his expression instantly turning serious. He grabbed his coat and bolted toward the door. “How could Giselle be dead?” he asked almost in a whisper.

He didn't wait for the clapping to stop or even give room for congratulatory words from the guests. As they left the hall, Liya couldn't hold back her irritation. “Is this it? Is this how it’s going to be?” she asked him sternly. “Cold, empty, and without meaning?” Aldo stopped immediately and turned to face her, looking at her like she was a strange being. “I don't know what you were expecting but this isn't a fairy tale. It is not one of those romance books you like to read where the characters are hopelessly in love with each other and live happily ever after. No, this is reality. You married me to save your brother and I married you to be useful,” he said in a stern voice. He didn't want

“If you press really hard, I might give you some hints.” She tilted her head, “Hmm… so what is it? A fancy restaurant? A weekend getaway? Or let me guess, something incredibly over the top like a private yacht?” I chuckled. “You’ll have to wait and see.” Ava sighed dramatically, leaning her elbow on the table. “Fine. But I expect something really romantic like what you did today.” I reached for her hand, my fingers brushing over hers. “Yes ma’am, I'll surely deliver.” She smiled, but her gaze flickered toward the stairs, her expression growing more serious. “Speaking of delivering, you need to check on Greg before you go to bed. He looked awful.”

His hips shifted again, this time pulling away from her. “Ah… It’s getting too sensitive,” he murmured, his voice slurred and breathless. Reluctantly, she lifted her head and withdrew. He was a wreck beneath her. His pants were pushed halfway down his thighs, his shirt bunched high on his torso, his skin flushed and damp. His length, already softening, glistened with her saliva, the dark hair at his hips matted with moisture. His chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, one arm thrown across his eyes as he struggled to recover.

Serene answered awkwardly. Feeling the slipping vibe ,Rose chirped , " No problem my lady . Pleasure me with the honor of having your first drink with me." She bowed her head and lend her hand forward in a royal way as if asking for permission. Serene laughed and they had the same drink and almost got drunk and danced like no tomorrow. Both started shouting hysterically when the beats of DESPACITO hit the speakers. Some considered them crazy while the two obliviously shook their asses teasing the men and irritating the women because they couldn't help but feel insecure as they went from laughing to shouting to teasing and what not...

“Sweetheart, you can't imagine just how happy I am that this day has arrived. I haven't known you all my life, but you have become the most important person to me. I know we've already talked about this, but this is just so everyone else will know just how much we want to be together. So please tell me, Desiree Hamilton. Will you marry me?” The whole room went silent as everyone waited for Desiree to respond, but thirty seconds later, she was still just looking down at the ring. “Desiree?” Liam prompted, his smile dimming a bit before he repeated. “Will you marry me?” Desiree subtly turned her head to the side, her gaze meeting Gerald's own. She quickly looked away once again, her smile retu

” I teased making her smile and nod, pretending we were having a nice discussion. “That’s perfect, peaches. You are doing a great job.” I teased again. She smiles and nods, her face a mixture of resignation and longing. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that she is in love with me. Her emotions look so genuine and convincing. I couldn’t help smiling as I gazed at her longingly. The lights dim further, and the movie begins, casting flickering images on our faces. I tried to focus on the screen, but my gaze kept drifting towards Laura, captivated by her beauty even in this dark theatre.

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.

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.

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.