Love For Romance Novels & Stories

Such affection she craved for, a total silence, cuddling in each others arms, feeling the warmth of their skin against each other, nothing but pure affection. Tears rolled down her cheeks, as it dawned on her on how lonely she was. A feeling that wouldn't go away, until she finally meet that special person that would swift her off her feet, and stay with her for ever. How it felt like to be totally loved, she had no idea, her ex and her were just like normal lovers, from work to planned dates, making out and doing all boring stuffs. Now she crave for intense passion like the one Romeo and Juliette had. Something that would make her knees make quacking sounds, unable to stand straight and she

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Love is what gives meaning to everything. As for her, she didn't want to postpone the guarantee of having control of her own destiny, pressured purely by necessity. Ambition is the summary of the true objective of her life, according to herself, but, in the minds of the traditional residents of Romântica, this relationship boils down to a series of possible mistakes that tradition does not usually forgive. “Here in Romantica, you should only marry for love! If the motivation is different, the union becomes a prison and the result is pain or separation.” Says an almost century-old lady.

“Why do you look like that, Kiki?” I shake my head, coming back from my thoughts. “It's just that I find romanticism so tacky…” Odette puts her fingers to her lips. “Are you crazy? Love is the best thing there is. To be loved, idolized, put on a pedestal and pampered as I deserve. It's the very least. Someone who makes you tremble from head to toe with one look. Who takes your breath away with a kiss and makes you feel like the hottest woman in the world…”

Hell, he hadn’t even known that this was the feeling that had been overwhelming him for the past week now until the moment it passed through his lips. But it was true. He loved her. He loved her fire, her fight, her ability to smile even when the world was burning around her. He loved that she challenged him, that she didn’t flinch when he bared the ugliest parts of himself. He loved her despite the chaos she’d caused and maybe because of it. Romero’s voice was low, stunned. “You… what?” “I love her,” Dominic said again, firmer this time. “She’s a Caruso, Dominic.”

Her eyes filled with a certain kind of affection I couldn't place. But when Hunter got down on one knee, she looked like she was about to pass out. Hunter lifted the tiny box up with both hands and began speaking. " Michelle. We've known each other for a long while and I swear I've never been glad to meet anyone as much as I have. I want your face to be the one that I wake up to, I want your laugh to be the only thing that keeps me at ease, I want to watch you grow old and tell stories to your grandchildren. I want us to conquer the world together. So would you do me the honors and be the wife to an idiot like me?" He concluded and opened the box to reveal a diamond that sparkled even from m

Make love to me slow and gentle" as his fingertips rubbed the other's chin. Ray hummed softly in response, his body instantly getting hot and responding to the sexy specimen on his lap as he slid his hand on Justin's back sending sparks down the Justin's spine. The fear they had felt during the time of separation of not being able to see or hold each other, their pain and longing, sleepless nights of missing the person they loved, was still fresh in their minds. So they poured all their love into their gaze and got drowned in the romantic moment. Ray planted wet kisses on Justin's neck and collarbones while the elder unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.

He smirked, "It is called accepting reality, you should try it some try." "I believe that love exists. Yes, the romance novels sell it way too beautiful, it becomes far-fetched and the movies heap cliche lines that are supposed to make you cry, it feels exaggerated. But I do believe that somewhere, two lovers' eyes meet and they can plainly see the love in them," She shrugged, "It isn't perfect, convenient but it doesn't have to be. They might have bills and work four jobs but in that briefest second when they hold each other, their body flushed against the other they remember why they were worth it, why they will pick the life they had a million times."

Ken shook his head. “You love me, but you’re not in love with me yet. There’s a difference,” he said. Teya bit her lip. Was that possible? Could she really just want Ken for his body? She was repulsed by the thought. Her heart and soul reached for his. She loved him. There was no doubt. “I know I love you,” she admitted, holding his cheeks. “Not just for the sex.” “We will make love when the time is right,” he said, gently caressing her taut nipple. Teya’s womb clenched, almost painfully. His hands continued to explore her body like a blind man, remembering every curve.

I texted Hendrick, asking if he wanted to have dinner together that evening. He replied with an apology, “Work is really busy, I can’t get away.” Then he transferred some money to my account, telling me to enjoy myself. Well, no point in letting it go to waste. I made a reservation at a French restaurant. The streets were filled with a romantic vibe, and it wasn’t until I saw the fourth flower vendor that I remembered a special event was being held for couples here. The restaurant was even more romantic, with walls covered in roses, drawing in plenty of people eager to take photos.