Good Story Plots Romance Novels & Stories

"Can I tell you something?" "The beautiful thing about stories is that the protagonist always gets to write the ending. Not the villain nor the critics. You." She tapped my knee for emphasis. "You decide how your story ends. Whether you let them break you or break through." Tears pricked my eyes. "What if I don't know how?" "Then you write it one page at a time. One choice at a time." Her smile was kind. "And you remember that the best romances are the ones where both people choose each other every single day."

Yesterday had been blinding and as she laid down in the bed today, she wondered how crazier it could get. Because it would. Undoubtedly. “You good?” Gabe asked from beside her. “Yeah.” “What you thinking about then?” “Just wondering about things.” He turned on his side so he could face her, their faces leveled. “Tell me.” “Well,” she began shyly, “yesterday was nice.” “It was nice for me, too.” And he wasn't lying. He had been fantasizing about being with her for a while, and it had been way better than his fantasy.

Actually gasped, like Dhara had just told her she was secretly married. “Oh my God. You said complicated. That’s already romantic.” “It’s not romantic,” Dhara said quickly. Too quickly. “It’s just—unexpected. And weird. And inconvenient.” “That’s literally how every love story starts,” Nina shot back, grinning like she had just cracked the code to the universe. “You meet. You deny. You travel together. Then you fall in love. It’s basic math.” Dhara wanted to laugh at how good this was going.

"Ohhhhh... What have I done... Why do I have to cheat on my wife...? Ohh... This is terrible! How do I tell her and get her to forgive me for this that I have done? Gush!" Bryan rested his head on his desk, and cried like a baby... Regretting his actions. It wasn't easy for him, that he could not concentrate on his work again for that day. But Adrien walked away from his office with so much joy in her heart, that she had finally gotten her boss to make love to her, and he even made it less stressful for her to get him. Even her colleagues saw her mood, and began to wonder what her reason for her smiles was. They just could not place their hands on anything, for Adrien had been in that same h

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

And maybe in the end I'll succeed. The ideas have never stopped flowing, and amidst the difficulties, I've gathered them together to tell even more stories. I have a notebook full of ideas, story segments just waiting for the right piece to fit into. I've conceived many new universes. I have a love story planned that I hope will make your heart skip a beat, between two young people wounded by the world. A horror story that I hope will take your breath away, with its demons. A fantasy that I hope will transport you to a world of mysterious creatures and strange rites.

It was late at night when Jonathan and Diana got out of the Gaddi. In silence, the two walked back to the hospital. The street was deserted and it seemed natural that they walked arm in arm and slowly. The night was beautiful and pleasant and so they could appreciate it better. In fact, that night seemed made for love. Jonathan's nearness began to exert a strange attraction on Diana... who wanted to get closer but steadfastly resisted. However, as they walked, his arm brushing against hers, their bodies very close, the desire increased and a climate was created between them that suddenly, out of the blue, he stopped and tightened Diana in his arms. With unexpected tenderness, he began to kis

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

Cela said. "Oh, you are a writer. Are you into romance writing? You can write our story if you ran out of ideas for your stories," the old lady offered. "I think yours is a sweet love story, isn't it? I could tell," Cela said. She's enjoying the conversation with the old couple.

~Love is patient; Love is kind. For two hearts lost in the world of danger and deceit, Love is A Game With No Rules.~ Hello, thank you for reaching this far on the story ;) I’d like to introduce my books before AGWNR if it’s your first time stumbling upon my work. 1|Devin ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance 2|Don’s Fiancée ~ Mafia Romance 3|Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone]