Famous Romantic Novels In English Novels & Stories

She regaled me with tales of her enchanting night spent with a charming lord from Illyndor named Ezlyn Cromwell, who, by her account, owned ten sprawling mansions and a cavalcade of prized horses. "I believe you," I reassured her, gently tapping her arm to calm her enthusiasm. "You missed so much excitement last night just to spend it with Jagger? That must have been dreadfully dull," she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief. My thoughts flickered back to the quiet conversation in the library, the moments of too much wine, and then Thrystan’s comforting warmth. "Actually, it wasn't so bad," I admitted, a half-smile playing on my lips.

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

I'm not a gossip, but I'm just curious about the billionaire they're referring to. "I haven't seen him for a long time. For how many years? His appearance has changed a lot. He has become even more delicious in my eyes!" said another woman there one after the other. "Yeah, me too! It's just annoying because I'm sure we're not the only women who fall for him," said one of them. "Is it Christian Smith? Just hearing his name almost gives me goosebumps," they added. My eyes widened when I realized who they were talking about. Yeah, who is the woman who won't talk about her, right? He's pretty handsome and has a strong appeal, so I can't blame the women who talk about him because even I myself co

he said, his voice breaking into a small smile, “I get to choose what matters. And it’s not the company. It’s not the headlines. It’s you.” I wanted to argue. To tell him he was being reckless, foolish, romantic to the point of ruin. But when he kissed my forehead, all I could do was hold him — because deep down, I knew this was the beginning of something real. Not the billionaire and the artist. Just Rand and Elena. And in the quiet after the storm, that was enough.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

“It's okay, I also just walked straight, didn't look to the right or left.” “It's Jane Eyre.” Diana couldn't help herself when she saw the cover of one of the books on the front in her arms. “I also have one at home.” “Oh yeah?” the woman glanced at her book and smiled shyly. “I was on vacation in Bandung and purposely bought a lot of books as a friend of my boredom. From the synopsis at the back of the book, it seems like an interesting book.” “It is very interesting. This is a romance book from old English literary writings, first published in 1847 and the love story still survives today.” Diana rolled her eyes. “When Charlotte Brontte published it that year, it generated a lot of controve

She moved not a muscle except that of her mouth-to smile saucily at him. He moved towards her and dragged her up into his arms. She instantly wrapped herself about him and pressed her supple, perfectly curved body against his, and in that moment Jacob knew without a shadow of doubt that no woman in all of England could be half as tempting as Lady Olivia Cavendish. He was humbled by his need for her, by his reaction to her, by her reaction to him...but she only wanted his body. The realisation hit him like a bolt of lightning.

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.

I already forgive her. Before she completely went out, she told me that Simon and Kate must have eloped and she never contacted Cathlyn again. God knows what happened and I don't think I would want to know. I finished all the remaining work, checking for any stories that would sell and those which has the capacity to attract. Most are romances such as werewolves, vampires, royalties, and young adults. I stopped to rest, I propped my elbow on the table, placing my cheeks on my hand.

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.