Famous Romance Book Novels & Stories

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

He nodded in response. "Yeah, boring. No one reads a book like that these days except you," he told me. I raised my eyebrow. "Excuse me? For your information, this is a romance book. It's written by a famous writer, Jorelle Montividad, and it's not just an ordinary and boring book you say," I replied to him. "I don't even know who that is." That's because you're dumb. "That's because you have no taste in books, tsk!"

My shoulders sagged and I growled softly in mortification. "I know nothing about love, Arram. I've been alone for centuries. How does one woo someone," I questioned him curiously and he snapped his fingers and handed me a stack of books. He told me to read them. I looked at the spines for titles, Romeo and Juliet, Wuthering Heights and The Notebook.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

Of course, I also have other books. For some reason, 'Endless Poison Love' is my favorite romance novel because I can feel the Author's feelings being poured into it. Sure, the plot, characters, scenes, words, and lessons are good, but it's the Author's way of writing that has got me hooked. She's a genius.

When a soft knock comes on the door, Cameron doesn't bother looking up since it was going to be Rosa. "Dinner is ready" Rosa announced as she stepped into the room "I don't have an appetite" Cameron's eyes were glued to the book which only made Rosa frown and so she took long steps towards her and ripped the book out of her hand. "What are you doing?" Closing the book, Rosa shook her head, with everything that's happening to her life, she still couldn't believe Cameron can stomach all the crazy in romance books. They were overly exaggerated and made falling in love seem so harmless. Rosa could disagree with all of them, seeing Cameron suffering and how the late Alpha killed his wife was evi

I began, my voice laced with dramatic flair, "it all started on a stormy night in a mysterious library. Ishtar was in search of a rare, ancient book that was said to have the power to bring two souls together." Amanda leaned forward, clearly captivated by the tale. "Go on, Damian," she encouraged, nudging her husband. "At least they didn't meet at a funeral parlor." "What? Did you two-" Ishtar asked, surprised, and Robert giggled. "Amanda would tell you all about it after Damian!" "Ishtar stumbled upon the book in the darkest corner of the library," I continued, my storytelling skills coming to the fore. "And as she touched it, I appeared, like a character straight out of a romance novel."

Which meant whis body probably wasn’t someone important, but then suddenly, a wave of unfamiliar memories crashed into my mind. Names. Faces. Fragments of scenes. My eyes widened, “…You’ve got to be kidding me.” I knew this story, it was a ridiculously popular romance novel, the kind filled with dramatic love triangles and overly perfect characters. The title was painfully cliché. “The CEO and His Beloved Clara.” Of course. Just hearing the name made me sigh, the heroine of the story was Clara Bennett. Bright pink hair, shimmering red eyes, the kind of cheerful, innocent girl who could melt anyone’s heart within seconds.

The lodge doors burst open, letting out a wave of warmth, laughter—and her. Sebastian froze. She walked out like she owned the snow beneath her boots. Long dark hair spilled from a wool hat, her coat cinched at the waist, confidence in every step. She was beautiful in a way that felt intentional. Dangerous. Her eyes scanned the area sharply, calculating exits. Sebastian’s hand twitched toward a gun that wasn’t there. Because he knew her. Nyra Valen. Mafia queen. Strategist. His biggest rival. And apparently… a Christmas tourist.