First Romance Novels & Stories

"Real love isn't clean. It isn't structured. It doesn't care about your family name, your money, or your neat little plans." I stopped breathing. My hand froze around my cloth napkin. "Real love catches you in the dark," Roman whispered into the microphone, his chest heaving under his white shirt. "It steals your breath. It makes you foolish enough to believe you can build an entire world with someone on a cold fire escape, eating cheap pizza in the middle of the night." My heart gave a violent, painful thud against my ribs. Amelia gasped softly beside me, touching her chest. "Oh, that’s so poetic! Did Damien tell him about our first date at that little Italian place?"

Her voice came out as a whine as she pouted her lips, staring at me with those doe eyes. “Yes I do.” “You do not.” “You’re going to talk about your weird enemies-to-lovers fantasy.” She pointed at me accusingly. “Because the chemistry is literally vibrating through the apartment.” “There is no chemistry.” I corrected, taking a sip of the tea. “There is rage.” “Yes.” “That is step one to every romance.” Oh for crying out loud. I stared at her flatly. “You consume too much romance content.” “You’re in denial.” I took a sip of tea instead of responding.

When I was about to leave Rocky pulled my arm and captured me in his arms. “I love you.” Rocky said with shining eyes. A smile crept on my lips “I love you –” I said but was interrupted when Rocky smashed his lips onto mine. It was our first kiss. It was the kiss I ever had before. It was soft, passionate and toe curling. A kiss of promise. THE END

In the quiet of the night, surrounded by the whispers of the wind and the rustle of leaves, Axel and Hazel embraced the promise of a slow burn romance that was waiting to blossom in the quiet spaces between their hearts. And as they lingered in the park, hearts entwined and souls laid bare, Axel and Hazel knew that their journey together was just beginning, a love story that was waiting to unfold in the gentle rhythm of their shared moments, the quiet whispers of their hearts leading them on a path of discovery, connection, and the unspoken magic of a romance that had blossomed from the depths of their intertwined souls.

She holds up her hand at him. "How about you shut up Luca." She said with her eyes still on me. I fold my arms a bit surprised. She took a step towards me. "You think you are something special because you are here? Because you're not. I mean I was the first girl he chose. I was what he wanted. You are just his second choice. Do you really think he is going to marry you? I mean look at you. You are just easy." I let out a dry laugh. I had had enough of her bullshit this week. I take a step towards her which surprised her a bit.

Was this what he meant by Navier being moody today? “Let’s get to the basics first, so I’ll have an easier way to explain things to you. You need me to save your home, and I need you to teach me about romance. Well, technically not teach me as is, but, rather, experience romance with me… if that is a thing. A thing or not, this is still my only condition.” Before she could say anything, he placed a finger up to stop her. “My first love is complaining that I don’t know anything about romance, or what I know about romance is not exactly how she views it. Say I am not very experienced with what romance she wants, and I trust that you can help me.”

’ Freya: ‘Again, if he liked me, he would’ve said something… I don’t know… sometime in the last decade? Inner Devil 2: ‘Girl, Romeo didn’t confess either—until he climbed a balcony! Maybe Kenneth’s just waiting for a staircase moment.’ Inner Devil: ‘Also, let’s not act like love comes before lust. Lust is the opening act. Love is the emotional encore—if you survive Act One.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘And say he doesn’t love you yet, just marry him! He’ll fall for you eventually. That’s how all enemies-to-lovers plots go!’

I continue my work and I have a good progress. I decided to email my proposed title and outline to Ms. Amanda and I’m a bit nervous. I hope she will like it. I’m confident with my work but knowing Ms. Amanda she is a very strict and I don’t know what really catches her attention or what her taste about a novel. I decided to make a romance novel about a girl that left on her wedding day to pursue her dreams and after a long time will meet again her past lover.

She said, and cast her eyes down, shaking her head. I could see her mood swing from one of hope to one that was reflective. She thought deeply. She remained silent for close to a minute before she spoke again. “Grandson,” she bounced back much spiritedly, with warmth in her voice, “romance is like a dice; it always takes two sides to win a fortune but often, it is only one side that gets the attention. The one you love may not love you back. And it is highly unlikely that two people would love each other equally. Like the downside of a dice, a true lover isn’t one that comes with glory to seek your praise. There would be no top side of a dice if the down side decides not to rest.

"You like the feeling of having a man who could kill for you?" I nodded slowly. "It's much better than one who would only die for me." Florian watched me for a long moment, his breaths hot against my skin, his eyes gliding around my face. When he spoke again, his voice was a slow, soft whisper, and I knew that this wasn't that fluffy nerd and popular guy romance. It was a dark romance of obsession, and I was a willing participant. "I always knew we would be perfect, Roxanne. I always knew you would be perfect for me."