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It's either history, military, or supernatural romances. I've never understood why so many people preferred such kinds of novels and genres all that much. Though, I meant that for the latter part. They're basically the same every single time. An average lady meets one sexy, handsome, extraordinary man, or two hot males battle over her, and there's usually some ridiculous drama that brings her further and deeper together with the men, and then she has to choose the obvious decision. Everyone had predicted her decision since the very beginning of the chapter. "And they're usually sequels or fantasy epics," I mumbled to myself.

The country's already screwed up Pooky dook. So I got out this romance novel I've been reading, Its about a handsome but poor man who meets this beautiful maiden but she's the daughter of a duke. Her Father wants her to become the concubine of an old but wealthy merchant who is older than her father, so she elope's with her lover. I've always wished someone would take me on a romantic adventure, even a high school romance with dram would do. I needed some excitement in my life, not always getting it from a book.

Everyone in the restaurant was very friendly and greeted them as if they had known each other for a long time, between the kindness of the employees and the romantic atmosphere of the restaurant Karina felt very comfortable: -Kari can you do me the honor of being my girlfriend. She looked at him and with a big smile she answered: -Yes, yes Antonio. He came closer and gave her the long awaited kiss, it was a delicate kiss, but with passion, which Karina liked the most. Antonio wanted to take everything calmly and that pleased Karina very much, so the big night went by, then Antonio went to leave Karina at her house and when he said goodbye Antonio took her in his arms and gave her a long kiss

Maybe at Shanice place. After sating her hunger, she hopped onto her bed. As a routine, she grabbed her novel from the table, parted the book to where she had left off last night, and began reading. She loved reading romance novels. The MLs in these books are so different than the real-life men. The love they show feels so pure. She wondered if she would ever get to experience that kind of love. The thought caused her feeling giddy. She wants her man to be possessive, a little bit obsessive, and hella romantic. Someone who will kiss the ground she walks on. Someone who will choose her and only her every time. She will be his first choice.

So I’d brought actual recreational reading – the kind with swoony romance and emotional devastation instead of clinical diagrams. “Listen to this,” I said, looking up from my book. “He took her hands in his, his voice barely above a whisper: ‘I have loved you since the moment you stumbled into my library, covered in rain and righteous indignation. Will you do me the extraordinary honor of becoming my wife?’” “That’s terrible,” Alonzo said without looking up from his laptop. “It’s romantic!” “It’s predictable.” “Predictable can be comforting. Not everything needs to reinvent the wheel.”

she replied with a shaky voice In the romance novels she read, this was the part where he’d tell her she looked beautiful and how she was the most gorgeous woman to walk the face of the earth then he’d take her into his arms and kiss her, a kiss that would leave her breathless and wanting more. She bit her tongue as she reminded herself to focus on reality, Aiden wasn’t going to do any of that, their marriage wasn’t even real. She made a mental note to take a break from her novels, there was no such thing as a fairytale love.

A/N Thank you for your continued support. Hope you enjoyed this short, completed and simple love story. Just a feel good romance, where there aren't any villains, only misunderstandings and a lot of loving. A list of books I have written: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Alpha's Chance At Love (Werewolf Romance) A reminder that all my books are mature. I accept constructive criticism, bullying in any forms is unacceptable.

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Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.