Free Romantic Novels & Stories

"Did I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you?" Amber smiled against his shoulders. "We were made solely for each other." She pulled away from the hug and looked up at him. "So, what do you have planned for us today?" Damon tapped two fingers against his chin dramatically, pretending to think. "Let's see... a boat cruise, shopping, sightseeing, and oh, a romantic dinner at night. There's this dish I really want you to try at Osteria Francescana." Amber smiled. "You really meant it when you said you'd treat me like a queen, huh?"

“Nope because I was dating Voldemort’s evil twin and I’m Loyal Royal, remember?” “You could have made a mint. You could set up a kissing booth at the venue.” “She wanted to suck my cock not kiss me.” “Blow job booth?” She hooked her arm through his and grinned up at him as they exited the bedroom, “I’d empty my bank account for a try at such a booth. All two hundred, six dollars and thirty-eight cents would be well spent.” He threw his head back and laughed at her words. “Famke, you are perfect.” He kissed the top of her head. “Come on gorgeous. Let’s go.”

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–"

Funny right? One more thing, I never even once gave up my femininity. I fuck but one way. I don't let them touch me. By the time they try that, we don't need to finish the whole month. It's like a breach of contract. They know it. I call it One Month of Pleasure. Meanwhile, we arrived at the destination. The room I got was comfy enough to spend the night. I lay Cloe in the bed. My magical hand began to move throughout her body. Every single piece of clothing that covered her, I got rid of.

"Well, get used to it, Mr. Tough Guy. You're entering the realm of romance now." "Ah, but I've always been a hopeless romantic," Noah retorted, a playful glint in his eyes. "I just never had the right partner to indulge in it." Grace looked at him for a long moment as her smile grew softer. "Well, lucky for you, you found me." "Indeed," Noah agreed, warmth spreading through him at her words. "And speaking of which..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, presenting it to Grace with a flourish. "It's my turn now."

'Samuel Oscar, I will pay you whatever you wish to spend the night with me. "What?" So she wants me to be the escort. She's completely insane. "How much are you willing to spend for me, Scarlet?" I cocked my head and stared intently at the blank check. "Tell me how much you want." She made an effort to keep her expression neutral, but her body language told me otherwise. "Ultimately, it is up to you whether you want a full-night service or just an hourly rate." She made me laugh with her offer. She acts pretty funny at times. Even though I'm yearning to touch her, I don't get why she wants to pay me to romance her. Why is she offering me money when I can make love to her for free?

She doesn’t care what people say or think, as long as she’s with the man she loves, that’s all that matters to her. On their last night in Paris, they had a full body massage, as Amy wouldn’t stop complaining about aching all over. When they were done with the massage, Amy told Bryan that he shouldn’t bother to wait for her because she wanted to have a facial treatment. He kissed her goodbye and returned to their hotel room.

Then she heard a notification sound. Surprised, Paige hesitated before checking her bank account to find that Chris had transferred 143,000 dollars to her. "Why did you suddenly transfer money to me?" she asked. Chris replied casually, "Just felt like transferring." Paige found herself at a loss for words. All she could think of was that people with money could indeed be quite unpredictable. As she looked at the sum, she chuckled quietly. Her joy wasn't about the money but the figure itself – 143 and a multitude of zeros, 143,000. 143 was slang for "I love you".

Ryan pulled me over to the big menu on the wall introducing the food, but I didn't pay attention, I just felt a little annoyed and quite embarrassed that this guy was so strangely enthusiastic about me. Subconsciously told me it was best to stay away from this young man. "Creamy noodles are also delicious." After saying a lot, Ryan turned to look at me, smiling wide. But I intentionally ignored that beautiful smile. "No need, only a burger." "Such a little?"

he said, his voice low, “I do have a job for you. But...” “But what?” I asked, my stomach tightening with dread. “Nothing in this world is free, Isabella. Everything has a price,” he said, his smirk growing. “What price? What are you talking about?” I asked, trying to hide the panic rising in my chest. He leaned in even closer, his hand cupping my face. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Isabella. Since the first day I saw you. But I knew you weren’t the kind of girl I could just get easily. So, I became your friend, waiting for the right moment.”