Man Romance Novels & Stories

Romana combed the man's hair with her fingers and then lovingly stared back at his sad eyes. "Not even in my dreams did I think of replacing you, Vincent. You're the only man I desire to be with for the rest of my life. I'm sorry if I avoided you for a few days. I just wanted to find myself. But you know what? I didn't find myself 'cause my heart, mind, and body are truly longing for you." They changed positions. Romana is on top. She hastily put off the nightgown she was wearing along with the underclothes.

The ring in my finger is a symbol, and so is our names on each other's HarmonyMatch app. And so, I decided let things go. I looked at him and said: "Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee," he looked at me, puzzled. "Your Highness. There is no hiding." I took a deep breath. "I'm in love you, too," I said. And there was silence. He just looked at me, face unreadable except for what seemed like shock. "Um…hello?" I asked, waving my hands before his face. "Hey, are you o–" And just like that, I found myself kissing the prince.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

Discuss what somewhere else? Grace voiced out more irritated than confused. "Grace" Dante put his hand out in an attempt to stop her from talking. "Hey, I'm Rome. Your potential mate" Rome said using a hand to brush back his perfect hair back as he extended another hand towards her. Wow, was he tall. Grace took it anyway with a contended smile on her face. She didn't quite know what was going on. But she could definitely get used to this. "Will you get your hands off of her--"

His footsteps were soft on the thick carpet, barely making a sound. Liesa raised her hand, the chain clinking as she did. She forced a weak smile and asked, “What is going on here?” Angus stared at her for a long moment, his eyes unreadable. Then, he lifted his chin, a hint of amusement in his gaze as he said, “Aren’t you the one who wanted to be in a relationship with me? This is how I do romance.” Liesa’s smile froze, her face falling. “I’m sorry, Mr. Romano… what did you just say?” Liesa stared at him, disbelief written all over her face, her fingers tightening around the chain.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

“Fuck... you're so tight, Lana.” Once he was fully buried inside her, Alana placed both hands on his chest for balance and began to ride him. Her hips rolled in a sensual rhythm, soft moans spilling from her lips with every movement. Her breasts bounced gently as she moved, drawing Roman's hungry gaze. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, gripping her tightly as she rode him. Suddenly, Alana asked breathlessly, “Tell me about your trip... how was Rome?” Roman's eyes were glued to her bouncing breasts. “Shitty,” he muttered. “I never want to go back there.”

She abruptly moved her face away and passed him a glare. "Don't touch me." She said and he smirked. His eyes lowered and halted on her neck. Even though she dressed fully to hide her neck marks but since her clothes were messed up half of a bite mark can be seen on her beck. Damon raised her hand and caressed that mark, she flinched and passed him a glare trying to move back but the man behind her held her firmly, she struggled to break free from his grip but only ended breathlessly. Damon raised his brow and lowered his hand.

"I mean because the man I want you to marry is the one you love and love you but instead of that... you ended up marrying me. Your one and only gay best friend." "Rather than me marrying that Owen! It's better that I marry you. Don't you want to?" "Of course, you're better off, you're not toxic like the other girls and boys there! Then if we live together in the same house, we won't have any problems." "I thought about that too! And when we find the one, the one we were meant to be, we can get divorced right! Isn't easy??" I smiled at him. "Yes, it is!" How many times did we catch up and laugh?

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.