Drama Romance Novels & Stories

he murmured, eyefucking her entire body. She inhaled deeply and opened her eyes, and his blue orbs met hers. Scarlett wanted to be fucked by him now that he was entirely exposed in front of her and Scarlett was feeling his body with her hands; they were basically just fuck buddies. Scarlet's father was Damien's business partner, and she is a well-known model. She fell in love with his looks at first sight, or desire, and ventured to propose a deal to him at a party held by her father, despite knowing how dangerous he is. Surprisingly, he agreed.

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

This realization made him feel unworthy of Rachel, so he kept his feelings tucked away in his heart. Meanwhile, Dylan was immersed in watching a drama on his iPad. During a climactic moment, his handsome face contorted with excitement as he pounded the sofa with clenched fists. "Wow, this scene is too sweet!" Annoyed by his outburst, Rio turned to ask, "What are you watching again?" "The Temptation!" Dylan exclaimed, his eyes glued to the screen. "I'm telling you, even though this drama only has a rating of 2.5 stars, it's incredibly melodramatic. The main characters constantly show affection. It's so damn good!"

"So can I. So what did you select for us to watch? I went through all those. Girl flicks you have, and the only one that interests me is this one." For the past two weeks, they have been living together, unbeknownst to each other. They have been chipping away at each other's defenses, one day at a time. "Let me see what movie you picked?" "It's about a girl with Parkinson's who falls in love with a drug representative of a Pharmaceutical company." "You picked a medical movie? That should be interesting and safe. I never watched it before, never had time." Bridgette pressed the remote to the DVD player. Rome opened the bottle of wine, pouring it for both of them. As she dipped into the same

We got popcorn and walked to the cinema. “Do you know what I love the most about this cinema?” I whispered into his ears. “The moment…” He looked into my eyes. “The moment the light goes off,” I smiled at him. I felt newly in love. Duncan never failed to make my heart flutter. The play was a romantic comedy, just the type I liked. It was two hours well spent. And he drove me back home and in front of my door, we kissed like two youngsters that just fell in love. You know those types of kisses that came with giggles. He watched me enter before he left.

Even Zara had rolled her eyes and muttered dramatically, “Please, enough romance. Some of us are still single for two more weeks.” Jaxon had quickly pulled her into his side. “Not for long.” Everyone had laughed. When Damian repeated his vows, his voice had shaken with emotion. And when Aria said hers, she cried halfway through it. Damian had laughed softly and kissed her tears away before whispering, “You cry too much.” “You made me emotional,” she whispered back. By the end of the ceremony, they had danced slowly beneath the garden lights while soft music played in the background. For once, everything felt right.

“What part is it now?” “This entire romance subplot,” Lena snapped, closing the script with a thud. “I signed you up for a psychological thriller, a show called Eclipse! A woman hunting a killer who preys on the shamed. Dark. Gritty. Action. Not this.” She gestured wildly with the script. “Now it’s about your character, Naomi, watching James’s and Lila’s characters, Elias and Claire, fall in love while you stand by, heartbroken?” Lena’s tone was incredulous, as if she were speaking of a personal betrayal.

"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?

Evelyn’s voice trembled. “How long?” “What?” “How long have you been lying to me?” Mateo frowned. “I’m not lying.” “You disappear for hours. You hide things from me. And now this?” “It’s art, Evelyn.” “Don’t say that like it explains everything.” The argument lasted hours. Words flew across the room like broken glass. “You don’t understand my world,” Mateo said. “And you don’t respect me,” Evelyn replied. “I respect you.” “No. You respect inspiration. Not people.”

“Immediately after my graduation, I married my husband, he wasn’t rich but I loved him regardless. And today, we are still together holding unto past, present and future feelings, gathering the little pieces of our lives together, always hoping for a better tomorrow. I can’t say it’s all rosy, because we’ve had our doubts and differences, and tears on this built relationship. Truth is that, there is no marriage without its misunderstanding and compromises, we learnt that overtime and learned to live with it. Since all these lessons, we received peace and understanding from each other. “As regards your mother, she fell back to her undying first love, one that was too heart breaking to let go.