Love And Romance Books Novels & Stories

Alex talked endlessly about becoming a famous writer someday. Evelyn told him she just wanted a peaceful life. “You deserve more than peaceful,” he told her once. Sometimes he rested his head on her lap while she read out loud from his favorite novels. Sometimes he looked at her so intensely that it made her nervous. “You know your problem?” Alex said one evening. Evelyn raised an eyebrow. “What?” “You fall in love too easily.” She laughed. “That’s not a problem.” Alex didn’t laugh back. “It can be.” But Evelyn didn’t understand what he meant.

“Just like that... fuck, your mouth is heaven.” He came down her throat, holding her hair tenderly. By dawn, they lay entwined, exhausted, her head on his chest, his fingers tracing her spine. “Was it good for you, Aneet? Your first time?” She looked up at him, eyes shining. “It was everything. I love you," she murmured. "I love you too," he replied, kissing her forehead. The hotel room held their secrets, a sanctuary of firsts and forever.

Gavin replied with a shrug. Leila finally found her voice. “You love me?” Gavin stepped closer to her, knelt in front of her chair like they were the only two people in the room. “Yes. I love you. And I do not care what it costs me.” It was ridiculous. It was the kind of scene that belonged in a badly written romantic movie but God help her, she was melting. Right then, she forgot all about Adele and the baby and their messed up life and all she could think of was Gavin Hasters proclaiming his love for her.

Then, as I scrolled further, a suggestion caught my eye: "Read romance novels to understand what love looks like in action." It sounded ridiculous, but desperation overrode pride. I clicked onto a bookstore website and began scrolling through its romance section. The titles and covers differed-some sweet, others fiery-but they all promised the same thing: a vision of what love might look like. I put a stack of them into my cart, trying to block out that nagging little voice inside my head, which questioned what I was doing. As I finished placing the order, I caught my reflection in the screen. Garrett Cullen, crime lord, feared by most, now rummaging through romance novels for answers. The t

Yes, I felt my cheeks hot and a pulsating pressure between my thighs and a wet sensation pressed against my panties. "If i was born as a werewolf, then this hospital ward would be filled with the smell of my arousal.... Shit...shit..shit... What happened to me today....Lara.. For sure, you have to stop reading your fantasy novels and your k-dramas...." I shook my head and driven all those f*cking thoughts out of my mind. He stopped kisssing me in the middle and took a deep breath. He opened and glared me with his lust filled eyes. Then he suddenly lifted me in a bridal style and gently placed me in the near by hospital bed. He widened my legs and stood in between my thighs.

She knew that the first week playing the game. “Matt?” she asked. “What my love?” he asked on her lips. “I love you too.” She said as he pulled back and looked at her. “Then my love you have awful taste in men.” He said with a chuckle. “However, I will do my poor best to worship you and your heart every day from now on.” “Worship?” she asked. “Oh, yes. Very much so.” He said. “Let’s go into the bedroom, and I will show you.”

“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.

He angrily said I bite my self trying to calm my self not to cry but my tears didn't lessen to me and they keep falling. "Is it my fault to love you!" I shout at him "come on wake up Jenny, you don't love me, you just love me because Gelo and I are had the same face" Is it really hard to believe that I love him? I love him not because he's my husband's twin but I love him because he's so good and kind to other people so I can't help myself to fall in love with him.

Trust in Love Copyright © 2020 by Linda Kage Smashwords Edition This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book—except in the case of brief quotations in reviews—may be used, reproduced, or translated without written permission of the author. Contact Information: linda@lindakage.com

After several long moments where Nyla felt like she was about to explode, they broke apart, both panting. Nyla blurted out, “I don’t know what romantic love is, Eason, but I know I’m happiest with you, and it hurts to think of being apart. And that kiss did something funny in my chest I don’t think I can explain.” Eason broke out into a shining grin Nyla could see even in the darkness. “I’ll take it.” He leaned down and kissed her again under the light of the stars.