English Romance Novels & Stories

And we can look at instances such as - calling yourselves romantic names rather than your real names". I scoffed and almost laughed and Ryan noticed. Romantic names indeed. "Yes - it's one of the spices of a relationship. You shouldn't just go ahead calling each other by your names. You can make use of something like baby, sugar, sweetheart, love, and all that..." "Ma'am" I suddenly cut in and raised my hand. Oh, God! I didn't even realize when I did that. "Yes ma'am Bethel? Do you have something to say?" The counselor asked and I slowly stood up.

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, arrogant, and ruthless businessman. Never in my dreams, I thought you can be a ‘hopeless romantic’ too.” "See, when it comes to romance, I believe in keeping it simple. For a second, did you call me ‘hopeless romantic’ by any chance?", his words held a little annoyance. Very little that to be noted.

she protested. Romario shook his head. "I've got that under control. Lend me a shirt," he said, removing his bloodstained one. Kate gasped at his toned and structured body, his tattoos looking magnificent on him. She swallowed hard and went to fetch a big T-shirt from her room. As she handed it to him, Romario laughed in amusement. "So we bid each other farewell," Kate said, a hint of sadness in her voice. Romario nodded and gave her a peck on the cheek. "That's how they greet people in England, right?" he teased, enjoying Kate's blush.

It was as if, unlike any other room, this one was special. Elena approached the man and sat across his legs, putting one of her arms around his shoulders. "Gustave Flaubert" he replied. "French romance" the incredulity in the woman's tone was clear. She couldn't believe someone like Aaron was interested in romance. "All French works have a romantic content," he explained, shrugging. Elena smiled, and then Aaron was sure that smile could light up the whole city. The closeness between them was frightening for both of them, and they were afraid of what they would feel when they had to pull away.

Ermanno replied, his voice carrying a tinge of distaste. "How so?" Celine pressed, curious to understand his reasoning. Ermanno, his expression unchanging, explained, "People who write or read romance seem to be in another level of delusion. They believe in a perfect world where everyone gets their happy ending, and that's just not realistic for me." Celine, a smile playing on her lips, offered a playful retort. "Well, that's a bit offensive to all those romantic bookworms out there! But seriously, I love reading as a form of escape from my sometimes-cruel reality."

After a silence between both of them, which transports them to highlights of their time together, Bruce kind of breaks the nostalgic moment, “But anyway, in one word... define Romantic...” “I see it like a box of chocolate, just one of those assortments that mom brought every time she came back from a trip. In our land, all people have practically one flavor. This is a well-assorted box...” excited.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

The wolf family was sent away with their lives, but the father felt insulted by her intervention and was bothered the entire day. Unable to hide his displeasure, he summoned her to his private court and accused her of adultery. Astonished, the mother tried bravely to defend her honor, but her fate was sealed even before she stepped foot in his court. When she attempted to beckon to his better nature, one that he did not possess, he flung her across the room where she was pinned by a tusk hanging from the wall. Her lifeless body was tossed into the woods, unburied and without her honour as a Luna. Since then, I have detested my father’s anger above all things.

The soft click of Sienna's heels echoed through the marble lobby of Cole Enterprises as she stepped out of Damien's sleek black car. The reporters positioned outside fell silent. Cameras flashed instantly, their flashes capturing every moment of this budding fake romance that was already causing quite a stir. Sienna had dressed the part perfectly. A scarlet dress clung to her curves, endorsed by her smokey eye makeup and rich crimson lips. She exuded the aura of a woman in control- as if she hadn't just weathered a heartbreak a month ago.