Fall Romances Novels & Stories

“I’m a discerning viewer who expects more than fill-in-the-blank characters and a predictable plot.” “Oh, please.” Daisy kicked her feet up onto the coffee table. “Exploding buildings and car chases aren’t predictable?” “You’re assuming I like action movies.” “You don’t?” “Oh, I do.” He set his empty glass down. “But you shouldn’t assume.” “But I was right.” “Whatever.” He glanced back at the TV. “Bottom line—rom-coms are wildly unrealistic. It’s always the same thing. Two people hate each other, argue nonstop, then suddenly—boom—true love.”

I rest next to him, with my head on my pillow facing him as he stroked my jaw slowly. "I've missed you." "I've missed you more, and... I've been feeling like I'm one of your harem, just waiting for you to come back." "You're not..." "But it felt like it." "Rain...I love you." "I love you too, but I don't know how to do this." "I wish you would. I'm a scorned being, and I expect too much from you. But I need you." "Ranulf..." "Can we talk about this later, can't you just love me? I need you."

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

"So you say… and yet, you're still hanging around him. You think you still have a chance to turn this all around in your favor. I know your sort, gold-diggers whose only value is a pretty face and an eager body. He probably got tired of you long before you even began to sag!" Coming under such vicious assault, Stacy frowned, and decided to return fire. "I've heard that you've slept around with plenty of guys at your university. You're no angel, yourself." At this, Charlotte's countenance became a nasty sight, indeed. "What's it to you?" "So it's true, then."

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.

Admitting defeat, she finally stopped squirming and shyly said, "But... I like it when our lower parts connect. I don't want just a kiss. I want more intimacy than just our lips. The books always say that love is at the utmost stage when lovers become one." Garry widened his eyes and almost choked. "Just how many romance novels did this youngest princess read?" He asked. "I... never count," Rosalina said in a low tone. Garry couldn't help but chuckle, earning a deadly glare from Rosalina. "Hey, why did you laugh? My words were supposed to be romantic, not a joke." Rosalina hit Garry's chest with all her might, but it didn't get more than five strikes when both her hands were grabbed around t

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

as he asked scrubbing her body to rid herself of Marcello’s touch, it could have been so much worse if Romero had not come to rescue her. She leaned her forehead on the cool tiles and let the tears flow, Romero had every right to be pissed at her, he had been so stupid leaving without taking her guards. Wrapping herself in one of the huge fluffy towels she dried her tears and walked into the bedroom, she had hoped he would have returned but it was empty. Romero was very angry, he sat in his office sipping a glass of whisky forcing himself to calm down the sight of his Juliette hung up like a piece of meat with that fool’s hands roaming freely over her body had incensed him.

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

'They are diabolical! "Well, Colm, what are we watching?" Celly asked. Colm smiled, "I appreciate being included." He slid his arms off the sofa and wrapped them around the girls pulling them close to his sides. "I figured, I should show you both how sophisticated and romantic I am." He smiled. "Let's watch Roman Holiday. I love Audrey Hepburn, or if you ladies prefer romance with some comedy The Princess Bride is a great classic and I'm sure you both will swoon over Wesley and his sword skills." Colm winked at Ang.