English Romantic Novels & Stories

Otherwise, we’ll get caught. But he has plans now. “What type of plans?” “I am going to sweep you away, wife.” ** The beginning of a romance is like the first note of a symphony, a promise of adventures to come and emotions to be explored. It's a magical moment when two souls cross paths in a universe full of possibilities. At that instant, time seems to stretch, and the world around fades away, leaving space only for the protagonists of this story about to be written.

Roman held her thighs and forced her to open up for him, with the same authority with which he ran his business. “That's it. I want to see you lose your mind.” And he did. He kissed her boldly, hungrily, with that almost animalistic need that made her arch her back and grab the sheets as if she were about to fall into the abyss. “Shit...” she blurted out without thinking, feeling his tongue slide, play with her, devour her as if she were his last damn delicacy. Roman smiled against her skin, proud of what he was achieving. “That's it... that's how I like it.”

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.

I crossed my arms like a scolding school teacher as I spoke those last words. Within seconds of me finishing my sentence I found myself trapped between Roman’s huge frame and a door. Suddenly his hand gripped my neck, his face looking furious. I should be scared right now but it’s like I know he won’t truly hurt me, at least not the way Ethan used to hurt me. Roman is different, his eyes are filled with anger but that anger is over shadowed by lust. It’s like he wants to punish me for disobeying him but he wants to pleasure me more. Right now I’d take the punishment just to have those beautiful lips of his caressing my whole body. “Let me make one thing clear my moon, I am making it my busin

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

I say, frowning a little. “01 Kind men are ugly. 02 Handsome men are not nice. 03 Handsome and kind men are married. 04 The handsome, kind, and single are poor. 05 Handsome, kind, single, and rich people are not interested in you. 06 The handsome, kind, single, rich, and interested people are interested in you only because of the hookup. 07 Those who are handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, and faithful, are homosexuals. 08 The handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, faithful, who do not lose interest if you are the ones who make the first step. Those men must have a problem!

Georgia asks angrily. I know this is my cue to leave, but my feet stay rooted to the ground. I tell myself I don't want to hear his response, but I can't stop my heart from beating fast in anticipation. “Love?” Roman says, laughing in a scornful manner that has my heart dropping to the bottom of my stomach. “Love is not a real emotion, so I do not feel it. What I feel for her transcends mere love. I'm obsessed with her, I live for her.”

Why did you get so drunk? Romance him... How could I romance a man as rough and hard as you? Can I handle it? Can I really do it? I don't even know anything about that thing. How can I do it properly? “I guess, I will need to make some research about that.”

she said quietly. Adrian looked confused. “I do.” “No,” she said. “You understand me. That’s different.” The breakup happened that night. Unlike her past breakups… This one wasn’t angry. It was sad. “You deserve someone who feels things the way you do,” Adrian said calmly. “And you deserve someone who understands how you think,” Evelyn replied. They stood in the hallway between their apartments. So close. Yet suddenly very far apart. “Goodbye, Evelyn,” Adrian said. “Goodbye, Adrian.”

I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.