Light-hearted Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"Mine is supernatural and mystery." "Am guessing you must like romance novels.... I mean all girls does...... " I shut the book am reading with a loud thud, cutting him shut. raising my head to give him a glare, I growl out in frustration. "I don't like romance novels, they are so cheeky and so unreal, I prefer supernaturals, especially were wolves. Satisfied." "Umh.... Almost." He smiles sheepishly. I rub on the tip on my nose with my fingers, massaging it softly.

Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”

TW: This book is provocative. It is categorized as DARK ROMANCE for a reason. It will not be for everyone. If you are a reader with certain triggers or sensitivities common to the dark romance genre then know that this book contains: a very dirty talker hero, sexual degradation, dubcon, rough play, and s&m themes. ♕—Delilah Lorenzo pulled away breathing heavily, a raindrop slid down my face and into my parted lips. Being in Lorenzo's arms and not feeling any fear was terrifying because it felt so good. I can't deny the fact that I had never felt safer than I do in his arms.

My last picnic date with Jason ended up great as you all know. I am currently, sited on the couch, my book held up in my right hand and my hot cocoa coffee in the other. I take a sip of the coffee and kept it on the table. I once said I love reading novels but I will go ahead and say it again. Novels are great but only when it’s not dark romances. I can read any type of novel but not dark romance. Don’t get me wrong but I find dark romance annoying and very boring and sometimes disturbing too. This morning when I went to the library, I took out two novels of which one is a dark romance novel and the other is practically a vampire romance. I love vampire romance novels; by the way. Everyone h

Luca, my own Italian stallion. In my fantasies, anyway. He's tall and built. His olive-toned, tanned skin draws me along with his midnight black hair and those dark brown eyes. Yum. Of course my fantasies aren't really happening right now. Because in my dreams, he catches me and then ravishes me, making me forget any other man. I've really been reading too many romance novels. Seriously. We just stare at each other, my blue-eyed gaze caught in his brown. I'm barely breathing, waiting for what he's gonna say. I know he's not my "real" dad.

Jaye followed moments later, her own climax crashing over her in a wave of silent, convulsing pleasure. That night, Tony casually put on a movie and the family gathered to watch. To give a movie theater feeling, they turned off all the lights, leaving only the dim light of the TV screen. It was one of those cheesy romance movies that you wouldn't watch on purpose, but they were fun anyway. Jaye was interested at first, but her attention soon waned. She could guess how the movie would end already. "So cliche," she chuckled and leaned back.

Please note: This a dark romance story, it features dark content. Alissia POV I sit at my desk, staring blankly at the blinking cursor on my screen. It mocks me, as if it knows I have no idea where to start with my latest attempt. Dark romance. The genre I never thought I’d touch. But after bombing miserably in everything else—comedy, fantasy, sci-fi, even horror—I figured I’d give it a shot. How hard could it be to blend the raw, twisted emotions of a toxic relationship with an edge of danger? Apparently, harder than I thought.

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

No, this was the rush I lived for. I uncrossed my legs slowly, letting my short skirt ride up my thighs a bit as I sat forward, my full breasts pressing against my blouse. My nipples were already hard, rubbing against the lace of my bra. I smiled at him, bold as ever. “Because it’s exactly that, Dr. Black. The character isn’t surrendering out of love. She’s wet for the control, the way he pins her down with words and authority before he even touches her. It’s raw. It’s filthy. And pretending it’s just intellectual is bullshit. Don’t you think?”

Her appearance was simple, just a light blue dress without many accessories—different from her usual cold, elegant demeanor. “Am I disturbing you?” Isabelle asked. “Not at all. Come in.” Isabelle stepped inside and sat on the chair opposite Liora. She opened the cloth bag and pulled out several thick books with pastel-colored covers. Their titles were clear—all romantic novels. “I brought these for you,” Isabelle said, arranging them on the small table between them. “I remember you said you’ve had trouble sleeping lately. Light reading might help.” “Thank you. I didn’t expect you to go out of your way.”