First Romance Novels & Stories

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.

"C'mon, tell me. Seriously, what's on your mind? I'm yours now, and you're mine. You can talk to me." "I love you," Roman began. "I love that you love me - that we're in love. I love that we're together and that we can make love. But...." Angelica felt a little nervous but held a listening gaze. "I just can't help but be jealous of Leo. Because he was your first." He whispered sorrowfully, "I wanted to be your first" "Roman," Angelica scoffed, "you were my first." "I know we did a lot of other stuff. And I know I did technically take your cherry, but that was with my fingers. I wanted to be the first to really make love to you."

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Prologue In love many people marry for love, fame, money or because they were forced to marry by their families, like in Rosalie and Roman’s case. Roman’s phone began ringing waking Rosalie from her slumber, she tried to turn only to find herself wrapped in Roman’s arms, she had fallen asleep in Roman’s bed!! How did she end up here? She slowly rose from his bed and walked out of the room before Roman woke. Rosalie couldn’t stop the memory of the previous night from coming, she blushed when she remembered what happened the night before. It had been her first time.

The ring in my finger is a symbol, and so is our names on each other's HarmonyMatch app. And so, I decided let things go. I looked at him and said: "Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee," he looked at me, puzzled. "Your Highness. There is no hiding." I took a deep breath. "I'm in love you, too," I said. And there was silence. He just looked at me, face unreadable except for what seemed like shock. "Um…hello?" I asked, waving my hands before his face. "Hey, are you o–" And just like that, I found myself kissing the prince.

Christina asked again. “Yes.” “Do you think the feeling from love at first sight is true love?” “No. Love at first sight happens when two individuals feel this attraction toward one of the other person’s many qualities. It shouldn’t be considered true love as it’s only a fleeting passion. That feeling is turned into love through the later stages, when the couple gets drawn by each other’s views on life and when they complement each other after slowly getting to know more about one other.” Christina nodded before posing the same question to the next candidate.

She declared, leaning closer and capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. Then he smiled, his heart filled with love, as he rested his forehead against hers. And at that moment, they realized their souls were indeed made for each other. She looked up at him, a tender smile adorning her face. "I love you, Theodore Romano," she whispered. He returned the smile as his eyes shone brightly with love and contentment, “I love you, Ariabella Romano.” THE END.

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

She swallowed hard, forcing her eyes to hold his. “How can you say you love me,” she murmured, “When you have Lilith?” The question hit like a crack across the air between them. Roman’s gaze didn’t waver. “I fell in love with you,” he said slowly, “The first time I saw you. At that party in Italy, You don’t even remember me? You lost your earring.” His voice grew softer, as if replaying the memory in his mind. “You didn’t see me. But I was the stranger who caught the thief… the one who slipped it back into your hand before disappearing into the crowd.”

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi