Kfc Romance Novels & Stories

"Let's head in. The bar is kind of redneck. There's nothing classy about it. But they're good folks and the live band and karaoke is pretty entertaining." "Karaoke?" Rick said warily. "Don't worry, big guy," Lance said while giving him a quick hug. "We won't force the world to hear you sing." Rick grinned and placed his hand on his lover's shoulders as they headed to the bar, but he removed it a moment later and Lance felt slightly sad at the loss of contact. They couldn't be affectionate in public the way that Kendra and Jeffery could, or even the way that Christopher and Ashleigh could, especially not in Covington Kentucky when it wasn't just race but also the added issue of homosexuality.

"Honey, I'll cut to the chase. If anything goes wrong with the studio, I will deal with it. You can rest assured to go accompany your lover-boy." Faye hugged Karen and said, "My girlfriend knows me best. You knew I would go to Europe before I had even said anything." Karen rolled her eyes. "Well, you did say something." Faye smiled and said, "Let's go. I'll treat you to dinner tonight." Karen did not refuse. They left and went to a famous barbecue restaurant nearby. The weather was cold, and the hotpot and barbecue restaurant was packed. Especially for these restaurants that served good food, customers needed to wait in line to eat.

"That's why I got up early to make breakfast, we're going to school to get report cards, and you didn't promise to take the kids to the movies." "I can't forget that promise, honey." He pinched my nose without warning. How unusual! "No need to make breakfast. Let's have breakfast at KFC. The kids will love it." "Yes, they will. KFC is their favorite, Samuel." My husband laughed. "Come on, let me go back to sleep. Screwing you is the best." I pouted, but couldn't resist. "Can you get any more vulgar?" His laughter was still there, not forgetting the many kisses he gave and ...

“But…just so you know, I did cook one of the dishes, but I have no idea how it went.” “Aren’t you the cutest!” “Please stop making fun of me.” They spent the next couple hours like that, dancing and talking and enjoying each other’s warmth. They talked about the future, pretending that their current problems didn’t exist. “We should go on a trip, you and I,” Kim suggested. “I’m thinking Italy. How does Rome sound?” “Sounds like a plan…and expensive one.” Kit laughed nervously. “Seriously, P’Kim, I would be okay with Phuket or Pattaya.”

He replied. "Okay" "I miss you so much,when am I gonna see you again my queen?." "I don't know...maybe tomorrow"she assured. "Tomorrow would be great...see you tomorrow.Love you bye"he said. "Yeah love you too". It seemed as if her feelings for Ken was already dying off.She could only think of Henry,the guy she met once and not sure if she would meet him again.She had already imagine what her life with him will be likes and can't wait to meet him again.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

he replied again. Kim looked even more upset. His forefinger finally lowered, but he still maintained his fierce gaze on Ronald. Kim's honey-brown irises were slowly sinking into Ronald's jet-black irises. The previously laughable atmosphere before suddenly turned intense. Neither Kim nor Ronald took their eyes off from each other. Kim didn't know what Ronald was thinking though, nor did Ronald know what Kim was thinking about. And then, Kim started to say, "Hey, Ronald. Would you kiss me?" ***

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

“Wait. It’s actually delicious.” Killian leaned back smugly. “Told you.” They ate, talking about everything and nothing, laughing in between bites. For a rare moment, it felt… normal. Then Killian set his fork down. “What do you think of dark romance?” Calla blinked. “Dark romance?” “Yeah. BDSM.” She coughed. “Uh… I’ve never.” “I can make you have your first time,” Killian said smoothly. “You just have to trust me.”

I kissed his lips. “I again want you to know that I am not sacrificing anything for you. I choose you. I will choose you over everything again and again, so don’t worry about me.” He brought his face so closer to me, saying “Only think about how to pleasure me.” He winked. I hit his cheek, suppressing my smile. “Pervert.” He laughed. Then we continued to watch the movie in silence for a while. Watching a romantic movie, and having popcorn with the love of my life by my side, what more could I ask except to stay in the moment forever?