Holiday Romance Books Novels & Stories

At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.

Audrey didn’t quite understand him, “what do you mean?” Nathan’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he sat up, “I was thinking there was a book for the likes of you but it seems you don’t have it” She heaved a sigh, he was Making mockery of her again. “I have Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, 1991. I also have Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston, 2019,Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, 1813. And Seven Days in June by Tia Williams which was written two years ago then I also have love hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood which was also written two years ago”

Liam held back his disappointed sigh as he watched Harriet lie on the bed reading a novel. She even just started the novel the second she lay in bed. Liam thought they were going to do some… "Gasp!" Harriet gasped after reading what had just happened in the romance novel before her. Liam, who was actually not at all curious, glanced at the novel his wife was reading next to him. But when Liam looked at the novel, his eyes narrowed. "What's this?"

I whisper not wanting to disturb other people in the store "Jane Austin again!" Lexi laughs. "look she kinda ruled the classics era, you know," I say with a shrug. I take a look at the books Lexi was caressing a minute back." any good read in the modern romance?" I point at the books assembled in the rack right in front of her. "oh yeah, I am a big collen hover fan. I mean verity and ugly love are my favorites of all," she reaches for a book and hands it over to me.

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he whispered. Smiling, I snagged the one with the prettiest cover, and almost ran toward the lounge chair on the balcony. The kingdom didn't have any new books since Jason's mother was alive, which was a long time before. Nothing from this decade. Having a modern day romance in my hands made me the happiest girl alive. I opened the cover, laid back and delved into the pages.

We’ve all read them right? Those sappy romance novels, the ones where some handsome stranger rescues the damsel in distress. He’s wealthy like no other and adores the ground she walks on. There’s some life altering event, a struggle of some kind but it gets resolved and they live happily ever after.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

No acting. Clara poked her arm. “WHAT the hell, girl? Two months ago, you were all ready to ditch your oh-so-boring husband the second he came back. You were practically drafting your divorce speech.” Now look at Grace—totally smitten. In like… what, four weeks? Guess being ridiculously hot really is a superpower. And her husband? He wasn’t just hot. He was devastating. “That was before we actually got to know each other,” Grace admitted. “Now that we do… he’s actually kind of sweet.”

I said with a hopeful smile. "My plans for this Godforsaken holiday is to get drunk, eat copious amounts of junk and pick up a different woman each night. It's quite clear that our plans don't align. Which means I'll have to decline your generous offer," Liam replied gruffly, "But on the bright side, the sooner we end this, the faster you can find another unfortunate soul to play your games." What a freaking asshole. I was tempted to flip him the middle finger and get this annulment done and over it, but desperate times called for desperate measures.