How To Survive A Romance Fantasy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

HEY GUYS, I'VE DECIDED TO START POSTING LITTLE POEMS WHICH I WROTE DURING THE COURSE OF WRITING THIS STORY. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. ROMANCE What is romance, yeah yeah yeah Where is romance Isn't it here? Is it a knight in shinning armor Can I ever see it? Can I ever experience it? I want my own romance With my most romantic fantasy Filled with dreams that May not come to pass But I can't stop fantasizing

The forest slowly died, the tree crowns hung as though on a tired neck and the colors turned grey from decay. Their families came together to save what was left and decided to let the two lovers wed- this was the short version of the story but one thing I noticed was that I smiled through every page. It was painfully beautiful and magical, a romanticized world where love overcame everything. I closed the book and put it under her pillow to make sure it was safe before I left the room. Heading back to the main tower was difficult, it felt like I was voluntarily leaving behind a peaceful oasis to head back into Darian’s claws.

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. All the story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. All rights reserved San 2045

If you ask me, he should be the sacrifice…" Before I could finish, Ximena had already plunged her hand into James's chest and ripped out his heart. She chewed on the fresh heart, bite after bite. Then, she ordered the eerie puppets to drag his body away and drain the blood to use for the wedding feast. The puppets carried out the command with excitement, like it were a holiday. They hung James's corpse upside down from a withered tree to let the blood drain. "You should do it, my husband."

In this one, Sapphire and Raphael were trying to escape from Beelzebub’s boss, Lucifer himself. If only my life could be like in a romance novel, everything would be much easier. I could rely on my male lead’s resources alone to solve all my problems, and it wouldn’t take an eternity just to secure an arrest. Most importantly, all misunderstandings would be resolved within a few pages, and I would be able to live happily ever after with my male lead. A single tear rolled down my cheek.

Katherine's POV There comes a time when we will come to find another path and little do we know this brand new surface we had let ourselves walk in will take us a hundred degree changes in our lives, how can we hold things when they started to fall apart? How can we secure our love story in this enchanting ideology we had lost in? Is love enough? or will promises and compromises will cut ties in between?

Cassie's voice was barely a whisper, her eyes filled with a mix of awe and terror. But as they reached out to touch the illusion, a sudden surge of power coursed through them, a power that seemed to come from deep within their souls. They realized that the illusion was a trap, a test designed to tempt them apart. United by their bond, they must resist the allure of the illusion while embracing their romantic connections.

It was the one thing that had kept me sane in Seattle—losing myself in dark romance novels where the damaged heroes always got their redemption, where the heroines were strong enough to survive their own stories. Books where the pain meant something. Where the suffering led somewhere other than more suffering. Dark fantasy worlds with magic and monsters and stakes that felt real even though they weren't. Romantasy where love conquered impossible odds and broken people found ways to heal each other. Fiction was better than reality. Safer. More honest, somehow, even when it was complete fantasy. And now I had a chance to work surrounded by it. Ethics class dragged. Micaiah lectured about moral

I would focus all my attention on him. When that happened, he would lift the book in his hand to subtly shield his face, leaving only the tips of his faintly flushed ears peeking out. Was he deliberately seducing me with this routine? Because it worked like magic. … It had been a month since I'd come to this world, and I, the female protagonist of a spicy romance novel, had yet to get any action. I thought with us seeing each other every day, I'd have my wicked way with Felix in three days, tops. But it had already been five days, and all I'd done was touch his hand. Even that was only because he was teaching me calligraphy.

“You’ve already survived a rogue alpha, a witch who wants your power, and a childhood shaped by someone else’s fear. You’re allowed to be terrified. But you don’t get to let their fear decide who you are.” She let his words settle for a minute. She sighed, rubbed her shaking hands on her thighs, and stood. “Fine. Let’s go let a roomful of wolves stare at me some more. That’ll help my anxiety.” Damien’s mouth twitched. “There’s the woman I fell in love with.” "Don't get sappy," she said with a slight quirk to her lips. He offered her a hand, which she gratefully took, grounding herself in his love and support.