Lucky Romance Novels & Stories

she said " Okay can I kiss you then" he asked and she nodded with her heart racing, what if someone walk on them, Lucky nodded and brought his lips to hers kissing her, she wrap her hands around his neck kissing him back, he pres her body closer to him, kissing her hard with need, Cristina moan in his mouth as they keep on kissing eachother.. After sometime they broke the kiss " I love you Cristina" Lucky said and she open her eyes and look at him " I love you too Lucky" she said and he wrap his arms around her, Cristina smile and hug him , someone clear their throat " Lia" Cristina said as she let go of Lucky,, Talia look at them and fake a smile

A rumbustious little girl named Aurora, who’d just celebrated her second birthday on Allan’s new yacht that he named Mia Anima Gemella, meaning my soul mate, with his love for Riana in mind. Loraine was one of the many who believed the notion of ‘true love’ was for those who lived with their heads in the clouds. But seeing her best friend suffer without the love of her life, and her happiness after they were reunited, it was hard to not believe in true love. But one thing she was sure of, only those who deserved it were blessed with it.

Lucky mutter and left the classroom. After preparing the evil speech, Lucky knock at the teacher's cabin. "Come in" The teacher said and Lucky entered the room. "What is it? Is your parents here?" The teacher asked her. "No teacher. But I want to talk with you about something important" Lucky said. "What it is?" The teacher said and Lucky sat down in front of him. "I heard you have a beautiful mate" Lucky said. "What do you mean?" The teacher asked her. "What will happen if your mate got gang raped in front of public?" Lucky said evilly.

So it has been a year, and I have fallen for the club prez. Lucky is a really handsome guy. He has a heart of solid gold. He isn’t bad to look at either. He is tall, built, strong, tattooed he even has a nose ring. His hair is dirty blonde and his eyes Christ on a bike. His eyes are like a turquoise colour. The scruff on his face makes him more handsome, and I can see why the ladies love him.

In my past life, my memory had worsened after I'd lent Whitney my luck, and misfortune had followed me everywhere. Even though I still had some of my luck, half had gone to Whitney. That left me with only half. Indeed, my luck wasn't unlimited. Once it was gone, it was over. That was what the fortune-teller had told me, looking deadly serious. So I could only rely on hard work. It didn't bother me because I didn't regret lending my luck to Whitney before. She'd deserved it because she'd given me the warmth I desperately needed at that time. From that moment on, though, we would walk our separate paths.

Safe. Anthony wandered toward the fiction section while Lila ran her fingers along a row of spines. She paused at a worn copy of Wuthering Heights, flipping it open to a passage she’d underlined in her own copy at home. Something about passion and destruction and longing that refused to fade. “You’d make a good Catherine,” Anthony said behind her, his voice thoughtful. “But less tragic. I’d never leave you on a moor.” She turned, laughing. “That’s a weirdly romantic thing to say.”

All she ever wanted was a simple life with Chuck. Lorrie had been the one to fasten the protective charm around him, whispering, "I don't care if you're rich. I just want you safe, happy, and free from worry." He should've realized it sooner. Lorrie didn't stand out because she was meek. She stood out because, all this time, she was the one his heart had been searching for.

Lora turned to look at him and said, “Are you kidding me? You brought me to the city of love for a short trip! This is so sweet, baby.” Before Ryan could tell what was happening, Lora jumped on him and crashed her lips on his, her legs wrapping around his torso. “Thank you…” Lora said in between kisses. “I love this surprise so much.” Ryan placed Lora’s back against the window and kissed her fervently. He placed his hands under her ass for balance before slipping his tongue into her mouth and rolling it with hers, tasting her flavour. The two kissed like crazy in the luxurious room which was draped in soft, warm light. They forgot about the champagne in the bucket of ice and the candlelight

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

into his mouth, the cheese powder staying in his finger then it licks its one by one, his eyes never leaving The volleyball game on the television. "When you met your meet, how.....how does it feel?"he asks me. "I don't really know how to describe it,"I said. It's true. I don't even know how to put it into words, all I know is that Rebecca Thompson is my mate and no one else. I guess I could use the romantic statements, or what, found in most romance books. : Sing the love of your life is going