Love Novels In English Novels & Stories

“It's okay, I also just walked straight, didn't look to the right or left.” “It's Jane Eyre.” Diana couldn't help herself when she saw the cover of one of the books on the front in her arms. “I also have one at home.” “Oh yeah?” the woman glanced at her book and smiled shyly. “I was on vacation in Bandung and purposely bought a lot of books as a friend of my boredom. From the synopsis at the back of the book, it seems like an interesting book.” “It is very interesting. This is a romance book from old English literary writings, first published in 1847 and the love story still survives today.” Diana rolled her eyes. “When Charlotte Brontte published it that year, it generated a lot of controve

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Hazel’s eyes are wide with determination. “Uh-huh… Didn’t realize love was achieved using a math formula.” I scoff. Wouldn’t falling in love be better than putting on a performance? All the romance novels I have read always made love sound so unpredictable. I mean, I wouldn’t mind finding a mate, but I am not allowed to. So, I live vicariously through my hot, sexy fictional characters. What I wouldn’t give to lick melted marshmallow off one of those Alphas on the cover of my erotic romance novels. I growl in my head… He would have bulging muscles, perfect flowing long hair, and a thick slounge, everything moving in slow motion when he walks… YUMMY! Come to mama!

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" "You," he said simply, his gaze unwavering. The word hung in the air like a promise, wrapped in the romance of the moment. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was soft at first, then deepening with the passion of rediscovered love. Mira melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, fingers threading through his blonde hair. The world around them faded—the chatter of students, the rustle of leaves—leaving only the two of them, lost in each other.

His left palm came up to her right cheek and his palm caressed that part. He is so in love with this woman. She was his first love. And Frances is also the only woman he dreams of marrying. He loves Frances very much. As soon as he saw Frances for the first time, he knew that he was fascinated. Even then, he felt that this was the only one he would love until his last breath. He made it hard to chase her but he didn't stop making her to be with him. Even then it was only a small percentage that he would lose hope, he did not lose. Although it was not easy for him to win Frances' sweet yes, it was worth it because now she is his wife.

Only the pages of her favorite books did portray what true love looked like. The ideology of love was written in ink and laid to rest in the warm pages of hard, leather jacket books which were found in the cold, dusty shelf of an old library. There it laid, buried and not to be exhumed. What made her think mere mortals could find love? Romeo and Juliet's love story was one hell of a kind but it would never be real. At least, not in her lifetime or anyone else's.

I knew that spoiled little rich girl wouldn't last long. She said she truly loved him, but I don't think so. If she loved him, she would endure anything. Although she must be with him out of love because, from what I understood, that wretched woman is filthy rich. She probably works as a hobby. She must be one of those people who want to show off their value. I doubt I would work to prove my worth if I had all that money.

I told Vera sharply, I don't care if Jeffery was complex or anything, I still love him. Vera sighed. "He is already yours." She told me, I know none of them was ready to argue with me, the almighty Suzy. I grinned. "You can say that again." I turned my face to continue staring at Jeffery. Bella looked at me. "Which handsome boy in the world would ever come across you and not be charmed," Bella told me, I was happy at her word, I was very pretty, and I am sure he won't resist me either.