Long Romance Novels & Stories

Celeste asked, making sure her horse was in check. "Not that I know nothing about all this.." Delphine chuckled sheepishly as Celeste nodded meaningfully. "I see the lord hasn't told you about this yet.." she stated, "I guess.." "Well our journey will be very rough and tiring," Celeste informed, staring at Moreau who climbed onto his horse as she admired him. "Do you love him?" Delphine asked, seeing Celeste's eyes were fixed on Moreau. "Who wouldn't, I just wished he felt the same way, but sadly his heart belongs to another woman" Celeste signed sadly.

Luciano murmured, his voice rough with frustration. "It's always like this," Rosa said, biting her lip as she pulled her hand back, trying not to smile at his dramatic complaint. "Come on, baby. We need to be quick before our little devil wakes up again," Luciano whispered, nipping lightly at her ear. Rosa sucked in a breath. “You are unbelievable." "I am yours, amore mio," he husked. Her cheeks flushed at the reminder. It still amazed her how, with each passing day, he seemed to grow more and more romantic.

His voice must me angelic and equals his limitless beauty. I desire the long desired mate bond. The unexplainable love shared by mate. The undying romance. His romantic gestures towards me. I desire everything!. His hot breath heaving over my sensitive neck. He tongue romancing my lips whenever we kiss or s*x.. I desire them all So I really pray he awakens. *** A loud growl pull me off my fantasy. I instantly fall roughly to the ground. My spines smash with a heavy thud. I wince.

"You like the feeling of having a man who could kill for you?" I nodded slowly. "It's much better than one who would only die for me." Florian watched me for a long moment, his breaths hot against my skin, his eyes gliding around my face. When he spoke again, his voice was a slow, soft whisper, and I knew that this wasn't that fluffy nerd and popular guy romance. It was a dark romance of obsession, and I was a willing participant. "I always knew we would be perfect, Roxanne. I always knew you would be perfect for me."

“What are you? A slam book? How can you love yourself when you don’t even recognize love itself?” Romance never goes out of style. It does not wither or die like plants in a glimpse of summer. We fall into its captivating curse the moment we find perfection in a soul filled with flaws. The second we see beauty in the laceration of their scars and lips maneuvered by deception, we are bound to plunge into the deepest fragment of their life. The day our heart palpitates at a rapid velocity is the day we chain ourselves to an immeasurable misery.

I grouse. The back door suddenly opened and...what? Oh my gee! Gentle Aura!!! Are you...Are you kidding me? I flinched and moved backwards. My second super crush after Ryan - young and charming. Am I dreaming? He was standing in front of me. "Hey, were you hurt?" He asked in the mildest tone ever. Hold on, I thought he was grumpy? I bent my head, unable to look at him. The fragrance around him was sweet. He was dripping in gold.

'Body count simply means the number of people you have had sex with,' Emma satisfied my curiosity. 'You mean Roman slept around a lot?' I asked as jealousy squeezed my heart. 'He didn't sleep around much like that. He might have dated one or two girls but he is not that bad. 'What about Roy?' I asked. 'Roy would not even look at a woman twice. He is so strict and principled. But in my own book, I call it too much of seriousness about life. 'It means that Roman is experienced and Roy isn't?' I asked. 'Something like that. That reminds me. Do you know that Roman has to mark you before the Luna's rite?' Emma asked.

Her voice came out softer than intended. Lorenzo's hand slowly slid around her waist possessively. A faint smile touched his lips. “You missed me that much?” Isabella pulled back slightly, cheeks warming. “I was bored.” Lorenzo chuckled quietly. The sound sent warmth through her chest instantly. “You’re a terrible liar.” Before Isabella could respond, Roman tilted her chin upward gently. Then kissed her. Deeply. Slowly. Like he had thought about nothing else during the entire drive back. Isabella melted into him immediately.

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.