Idea Of Romance Novels & Stories

CAROLINE'S P.O.V Paranoid, insecure—those were the words associated with people who I'd call scared, afraid to lose something that they hold dear to them. When I was younger, I believed in love. There were different kinds of love, the type directed towards family—the one you were born into and the one created; there was the type of love directed to pets or sentimental things; and then there was one which to me was the most powerful, a kind of love which would make you do crazy things. Things which you know you'd never have done---the romantic kind found only in your partner. I had always dreamt of what it'd feel like when you'd find your better half. Would there be butterflies fluttering aro

That brief moment was captured so vividly in every second of it, as if she had the superpowers to do that. What had just happened to her could not find an accurate phrase in the dictionary of life. hopes all of it is nothing, does not mean anything. Jennie didn't want to think far ahead and overreact. still doesn't understand what she just experienced is where people call it falling in love. In the sphere of her life so far, not known heart tremors or affection for the opposite sex. She does not know the meaning of the word ‘romance’. not have the opportunity to intersect the road with the word romance in her life. Remembering that all this time Jennie only attended a Girls ' School only. Ev

“You aren’t saying anything.” "I know. Maybe it’s just a mistake. This…us…all of these. Maybe we’re just attracted to ourselves because we see everyday. Even this kiss isn't planned. I’m sorry but I’m just attracted to you as a friend, not anything else.”Jax looked at me for a long time. "I understand, im sorry," he said.

The group chuckled. "A movie sounds good," August spoke sweetly. "What should we watch?" "Inception." "No one likes that movie except you, Zane." "I like that movie," Aiden piped up. Zane stuck his tongue out at Blake from across the circle. "Why not a romance or something?" Ryder shrugged. Immediately, the whole circle went silent. He blinked, "What?" "You're into romance?" "I knew he was a big softy!" Miles pointed a finger. He flushed pink.

Do they think I cannot really control my feelings? Was I that stupid? “Could be.” My eyes flew at Bianca who was staring at me. Did my thoughts just leak out from my mouth? I squinted my eyes at her. “I mean… Didn’t they say that even the brightest man becomes a fool in terms of love?” I simpered before taking another sip. “Mind to elaborate?” Mind to elaborate. Hah! Funny how a famous romance writer faces dilemma understanding the truth behind this loophole. “Hope you don’t take this negatively, Rebecca.” She kept the same stare that shows care and pure intention.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

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.

"I couldn't say that I'm not a firm believer of love, nor am I an expert in the subject to claim to know it all. But, hearing this from someone who writes such moving romances is kind of a shock..." "Everyone knows that romance is a beautiful fiction. The reason why I'm good at writing romance is because I know what are people's deepest desires and hopes, what they want to see the reality they dream of. I simply mold all those into my characters and have them reach the ultimate form of happiness in their fantasies,"

Cora was clearly aware that they felt nothing for each other, but there was this spark whenever they were making love, this feeling of not wanting to let go. 'why are you doing this Evans' Cora grunted as she could already feel her insides warming up,she badly wanted him inside if her, she missed that feeling. "I can already feel your burning hunger for me Cora" Evans said twirling the wine glass on his hands before sipping from it slowly. "I…I…shit" Cora head was totally messed up, these stupid twilight vampires, she had totally forgotten, each person from each family of the seven province were usually born with a gift.

"Well, you're everything I expect my mate would be, not your snobbishness though -just your hight, your handsome face, your abs and your aura" I turned in his arms and stared at his face. "I want my mate to be very romantic and creative, because I'm beautiful, hot and creative" He smiled when I said I'm hot. "Romantic?" I nodded. "How do I know if I'm being romantic? Am I romantic?" he asked. I scoffed and rested my head back on his chest. "You're far from being romantic" I said. "Oh" there's a hint of disappointment in his voice. "Yeah, I want my mate to always kiss me goodnight, make me breakfast in bed and wake me up with a kiss to eat the breakfast"