Feel Good Romance Books Novels & Stories

"As you can see. The book is really interesting. I think you should read it too." "What's it about?", She asked with a smile. "A lot of things. Love, betrayal, family, trust and lots more. It's really good." "I would live to read it." "I'm almost through with it. I can lend it to you." "I'll like that." Zuerien noticed she was always happy and smiling anytime she talks about books. He looked at her as she smiled and realized just how beautiful she was. Even her extremely long hair was beautiful. And he would want to run his hands through it. He cleared his throat and pulled her other wrist that was not injured. "Let's go."

My head raised to glance at her and my eyes found her nipples, my throat tightened. “Do you like them?” She asked and I spilled the coffee in my mouth. “Do you like these books?” Her arm stretched over me to the desk behind. Her boobs were a few inches from my face. My cock kicked, and my hand twitched, wanting to touch one of them. The urge to have them ran through my veins. What was fucking wrong with me? She took one of the books and flipped through. “I see romance fiction is your favorite type of book. I love it too,” she moved away and landed her butt on the bed, her boobs bounced.

"Hey, you're back. Are you okay? You look kind of pale." "I'm fine. Just need the restroom." She pointed toward the back of the store and I made my way through the aisles, past the fiction section and the travel guides and the cluster of women who were still gathered around the display table talking about my wife's book. They had been joined by a few more people now, their voices overlapping in a chorus of enthusiasm that made my stomach turn. "The chemistry is unreal," one of them was saying. "I've never read anything like it. Usually romance novels are so predictable but this one feels different. It feels real."

I shouldn’t have to care about his feelings anymore. “Want to be anywhere that I’m not,” he says, smiling amiably at me. “I get it. We’ll have plenty of forced time together during the wedding, right?” I blink. Maybe he’s figuring it out after all. “Right.” Without another word, I grab my coat and purse, and leave. The bookstore is perfection, but it seems way more crowded than a normal bookstore might be. I head to the romance section, which is impressively robust, and browse for a while. After making my purchases, I head to a coffee shop, then wander in and out of some cute little shops.

Until now. And up until now, she would have sworn that that romance books were too dramatic, but in the last few days, her views had drastically changed. It was indeed true that because of a man, your knees could buckle, your heart could race, and you could be lifted to heights of ecstasy and pleasure you never once dreamed possible. It was true that fiction could become real life. "We're like two magical Wolverines," he said into her hair after he must have kissed her for like the fiftieth time that day.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

The tone of her question is lighthearted yet concerned. Jake can't help but smile at Jannis as he relishes in the intimacy between them. According to him, "My afternoon was pretty good, actually. I just walked around town and found a cool bookstore. I got myself a new book, too." His expression is one of genuine happiness as he recounts his day, demonstrating that he relished the independence and peace of wandering the city streets by himself. "However, I must admit," he quips with a smirk, "being in this very moment with you is unparalleled."

“How long this time?” “Two days.” He set the book down. “How do you feel?” “Like I got shot twice,” I said, smiling faintly. “But better. Especially after what I just heard.” “You were listening?” “Hard not to when you’re reading dark romance in that voice.” “This voice?” “Yeah. The one that makes book boyfriends seem real.” A small smile tugged at his lips. “Should I be jealous of fictional men now?” “Maybe.” My gaze dropped to the book. “What is it?”

“There are blankets downstairs. And extra pillows. So you can make yourself comfortable.” “I will. And I plan to borrow a book or two from your interesting collection.” His eyes are on the bookshelf in my room, which is full of romance novels. “T.L. Smith seems to be one of your favorite authors.” “She is. Her books are dark, sexy, and a little fucked-up. Kind of like you,” I tease, lazily rolling over in his arms. “I am so fucking glad you are mine,” he whispers, holding me tight. “I love you, Callie.”

Carefully, I slide the book from her lap and flip to the first page. It’s a romance novel. Women read about the kind of men they want, right? It doesn’t mean anything. It won’t hurt if I actually like the kind of guy she’d be into. It’d make our act more convincing. That’s all. I flip open the book and let my eyes skim the first few lines. She knew she shouldn’t want him. He was trouble, wrapped in a smile that made her forget her own name. I pause. That’s... intense.