Drama Romantic 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.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

" Alright, Mrs Scarlet, if you insist, I'll join you for a little while. Thanks for your kindness." I patted the space next to me on the couch signalling her to come and turned on the TV, scrolling through the channels. We stumbled upon a romantic film that cause fu t our attention. The storyline touched upon a love that was destined to be but could never come to reality. It was a tale of two people in love but faced obstacles that kept them apart. The chemistry between Emily and Daniel was amazing. Their love for each other permeated every scene, but circumstances beyond their control kept them apart.

He tells me while he sees his ties. “Ouch!” I say angrily. “What nonsense.” I said, very upset by what he just told me. “The best thing you can give to a dead person is to always remember them for what they were. “This is not a movie, Miss Jefferson.” He tells me, looking at me seriously. “It could be a movie, don't you believe in what happens in romantic movies?” I asked him, confident that the world is not so bad and maybe it can be as beautiful as movies.

It was supposed to be a good show, but a few minutes later, the scene changed into a romantic scene. In fact, it was nothing. The current drama had some occasional love scenes, which was very normal. There was nothing wrong with watching that. However, the male and female characters in the show had reached a very mature stage of affection. Hence, a relationship was not just about a relationship, it would also have some very intimate moments. For example, holding hands, kissing, hugging and so on. On the screen, the actor and actress were kissing so deeply without any indication of breaking apart.

Meanwhile, Candy had her eyes wide open as she watched the movie before her. It was a romantic movie that Diego had randomly chosen. He actually thought it was a dark romance with blood all over, but it turned out to be just romantic. And this little woman beside him was enjoying it. "Aww," Candy smiled when the man saved the girl from falling in the rain, the water wetting both of them. "What the hell?" Diego muttered, wishing the movie would just end. It had been two whole hours and it was still going on.

I couldn’t remember the last time we held hands like this, but her touch was warm and surprisingly comforting. As we danced, I held her by the torso, guiding her gracefully across the floor. We moved in sync, our steps flowing as smoothly as in a Cinderella fairy tale. Our eyes locked the entire time, and for the first time, I saw the true beauty of Rachel’s eyes—eyes that conveyed every emotion, every thought. It felt as though we were drawn to each other by some unknown force, despite our mutual animosity. There was something magnetic in the way our bodies moved together, and it left me feeling strangely connected to her.

The moment he caught sight of her, he yanked her into his arms, babbling senselessly. "Charlotte, I'm so glad you've come back to me at last, after all this time… I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you happy… I swear you'll have nothing but the very best… that's why I've spent five years learning how to sweet-talk a woman, buy her gifts… I'm a good kisser, now! I'll be so good to you! I'll make you feel like the luckiest woman who ever lived! So, please… say you'll be mine, won't you? I really, really, really like you…"

“Scarlett, I respect your decision, but you’re both perfect for this movie. The chemistry you two had on-screen before is one of the reasons I wanted both of you here. It’s a romantic drama, and people already love seeing you together.” She smiled faintly, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “That’s the thing, Eliot. People love what they see on-screen. But behind the camera, it’s different. Dylan and I don’t have that kind of relationship anymore. I don’t even think I can look at him without feeling something close to anger.” He folded his arms, studying her. “May I ask what happened? If it’s something we can handle professionally, maybe we can talk to him—”

Taking a deep breath, she kept her voice calm and sweet. “Our marriage was arranged, Elena. It wasn’t out of choice back then,” she said softly, then turned to look at Damian, her tone gentle but firm. “This second proposal… it shows that he wanted it to be real. That he truly loves me. And I love him too.” Their eyes met—his dark, hers bright—and for a moment, the world around them blurred. The look they shared was tender and electric all at once, a silent conversation passing between them. Damian’s lips lifted slightly, his gaze softening in a way that made Aria’s heart stutter. It was the kind of look that made who ever was looking at them, believe in love again.