French Romance Novels & Stories

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

He lifted Melody's chin playfully and said coolly, "Little kitty, what mischief are you planning now?" "You just focus on driving. Leave the rest to me," Melody purred. "Along the way, this little kitty will give you an experience of speed and passion like never before." Lucas immediately understood what Melody meant: she wanted to pleasure him while he was driving... This was completely reckless, and since he was going to meet Nina, it was also disrespectful to her. But— Lucas's throat bobbed. As they say, the more forbidden something is, the more exciting it becomes; the dirtier the mind, the wilder in bed.

Celeste asked, making sure her horse was in check. "Not that I know nothing about all this.." Delphine chuckled sheepishly as Celeste nodded meaningfully. "I see the lord hasn't told you about this yet.." she stated, "I guess.." "Well our journey will be very rough and tiring," Celeste informed, staring at Moreau who climbed onto his horse as she admired him. "Do you love him?" Delphine asked, seeing Celeste's eyes were fixed on Moreau. "Who wouldn't, I just wished he felt the same way, but sadly his heart belongs to another woman" Celeste signed sadly.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

She watched as the anxiety on his face vanish but there were still some embers of hope in his eyes. "I guess I'll just have to charm you then. I'll charm you into falling in love with me," Asher asserts, yet he was scared his words were dumb. He could be slick-tongued with the ladies when he wanted to, but he had no such luck with Joan. Still, he hoped his words carried over his emotions. This was all so confusing to Joan. She and Asher are in a contractual relationship which he initiated for selfish reasons. They are deceiving people through the camouflage of a fake romance. All that was enough for Joan to refuse his advances now that he wants an actual romance.

“Red and white symbolizes our everlasting love and yellow for welcoming you” “How come you are so thoughtful and romantic?” “Huhhh (heavy sigh), how can you say I am romantic when I can’t seduce my girl yet” saying that he decreased the distance between them, he slowly stroked her flushed cheeks. He pinched her rosy cheeks, he pulled her and claimed her lips its started slow by stroking her lips with his tongue and pecking but when she started to return the kiss it turned into a deep French kiss.

And definitely not a romance. Wedging the book back between its friends, she stood. Stopped. Rose on tiptoe and reached, bringing down a larger book. This one bound in creased red leather. Beneath the dust the title was French. The words—and, with zero illustrations, it was nothing but words—all French. Her French sucked. She skimmed the story about a woman in a city—Paris?—trusting a man, a kind stranger. Following him? Elle le suivit. She—elle—followed—suivit—him—le.

“But you are now.” He disappeared. I watched him go and watched the empty space that joined the main room to the bedroom until he reappeared, a stack of small, brightly colored squares in his hand. “Forse il tuo forse non è sufficiente quando i tuoi occhi mi lasciano senza fiato e il tuo tocco mi fa sentire vivo. Non quando l'amore che abbiamo avuto è bollente sotto la superficie. Non quando sono così pronta a permettere al mio amore per te di consumare me ancora una volta. And in French. Peut-être que ce n'est pas assez quand tes yeux me laissent à bout de souffle et votre contact me fait me sentir vivant. Pas quand l'amour que nous avions est en ébullition sous la surface. Quand je suis pr

The woman giggled, took a sip, and then pressed her mouth to his—sharing both whiskey and smoke in a slow, indulgent kiss. So that’s what he meant by drinking. When they pulled apart, another couple in the tub followed suit, and suddenly the air was thick with laughter, steam, and the kind of heat that wasn’t from the water. Julian arched a brow, tone lazy but amused. “Guess I underestimated how much the French love kissing.” “Of course,” said another man—Henri, Antoine’s business partner and the number two in his private fund. “A kiss says I love you far better than words ever could.”

kenzie said as I stared at her "oh gimme a break, love at first sight seriously?" I said "yeah it's romantic" kenzie added "ew, gross" I blute out cause the word disgust me "you see quincy here is a no love life type so she doesn't understands love" Gianna said to kenzie as she hand quotes the no love life type word. "Awwwn that bad" kenzie said in a sad tone "okay enough of this love talk am starving" she said as her stomach rumbled loudly making us laugh.