Good Story Plots Romance Novels & Stories

Daisy asked Ahaz in a whisper. “Tim and Jordan.” Both of them chuckled silently. “Which one of you is jumping so highly?” Mr Colt gritted his teeth, hiding his pink cheeks and trying to act bold. “No no, it’s okay, Mr Colt. It’s good anyway. We’d try romance this time.” Mrs Lovely blinked and turned her attention towards the students. “Let’s take Romeo and Juliet’s story. It’s short and an inspirational romance, after all, is it good?” “Yes, yes!”

"I think your stories are great, Zam. The world needs to read it." Zamantha frowned and stopped typing her thesis on the laptop. "I just can't get past the romance plot of my stories. I don't know how to freaking write it. I don't know the feeling of being in love." Zamantha grinned devilishly. "Perhaps, you can enlighten me? You know, you're mending a broken heart again."

Hey, Y'all!!!! Another romantic adventure came to an end. It has been such an interesting ride. It has been funny, sad, frustrating, tearful, annoying (Yes, I've said it!), but all in all, it has been the most fulfilling writing experience I've had in the last eight months. The plot came out of nowhere, pushing me to give birth to this love story. In no time, Rhiannon and Paxton took over me, and... the rest, as they say, is history.

How would I be able to become independent on my own and leave that annoying prison I call a house away from the evil bitch and her mother. If I agree to be his lover I will only be just a meaningless hookup to him and am sure he won't have feelings for a girl like me. Who am I kidding... Fairly tale don't exist in real life just on TV and story books. What was I thinking he would be the rich ,handsome Prince charming to sweep me off my feet ,fall in love and leave happily ever after. I really need to discuss this with somebody ...not to make the wrong decision. Ha! Angela...why didn't I think of that.

“They like happy endings—just like mystery book readers—but romance readers care more about the character than the plot. mystery and thrillers deal with how to solve the crime, the puzzle, and stop the bad guy. romance is usually about emotion — which I don't know how to write well — and the development of character, two people overcoming adversity and conquering love. Conquer love. With Jeffrey, I felt like love had miraculously landed on the Conquer love. With Jeffrey, I felt like love had miraculously landed on the my door. So, when things got tough, I assumed that he never really had me. loved. None of us grew an inch from the moment we met to the the day we got divorced. I had grown old

Jocelyn’s POV I was always drawn to stories. Romances in particular. I loved the juicy ones where the male character didn’t notice the right girl until she slipped away, only for a better man to be the perfect fit, leaving him devastated that he had been so blind. Or the catty ones where she got the guy, but he kept giving pieces of his attention to some sultry woman, only to realise too late that he should have appreciated what he already had. Then there were the forbidden loves, two people fighting for each other against all odds. Werewolves, vampires, princes and princesses. Marrying up and marrying down.

The man’s low groans. Thessaly pressed a pillow over her head. Tried to ignore it. Failed completely. She was a romance novelist. She’d written fifteen books. Sex scenes were her job. But listening to real people, hearing the intimacy in every sound, made her chest ache in a way she didn’t want to examine. When it finally went quiet, she stared at the ceiling. Her manuscript was open on her laptop. Three thousand words from finished and she couldn’t write a single sentence. The sex scenes felt hollow. Mechanical. Like she was going through the motions.

“Tell him you’re working late… while my husband fingers his cum back into his assistant.” I moaned softly, my hips rocking against Alexander’s hand as I typed a shaky reply. **Me: Still here. Big project deadline. Don’t wait up. Love you.** The second I hit send, Alexander curled his fingers harder against my g-spot, making me gasp. Sophia smiled and leaned in to kiss me deeply, her tongue sliding against mine while her husband fingered me on the couch in his executive office. “Good girl,” Alexander praised, adding a third finger and stretching me open. “Lying to your boyfriend while you’re full of your boss’s cum and kissing his wife.”

They were married for five years yet Michael had no idea that Christina knew how to play the piano! Ballade pour Adeline was a song that was enjoyed by a great number of people through different times. There was a beautiful legend in Greek mythology. A long time ago, there was a lonely king named Pygmalion in the Kingdom of Cyprus. He created a sculpture of a charming young lady and admired her allure every day and inevitably fell in love with the sculpture eventually. He prayed to the gods for a miracle of love. His sincerity and perseverance moved the god of love Aphrodite thus giving life to the sculpture. Since then, the lucky king and the elegant young lady lived happily ever after.

This is my first English novel and has a grammar mistake and two Pov's in a single chapter. Read at your own will but I gurantee you if you ignore the mistake then you will love the plot and how the story will go. This novel is full of suspense, Romance, Thrill and amazing twist. You all will loved it. Again I'm repeating please ignore grammatical mistakes and this story has many Pov's. Its not a long story. You all will loved it.