Man's Romance Novels & Stories

I don't know who that woman is, but to me, you're attractive enough to captivate everyone. His voice was soft and husky. A hesitant look crossed his face for a moment, but he continued speaking softly. "My heart breaks whenever I see you cry, Misty. You're the most fragile, yet the most special woman I've ever seen in this world." Misty stopped sobbing at that moment. Her heart fluttered when she heard Robert's romantic words. "But …" More tears trickled down her cheeks as she struggled to squeeze her words out. "But I'm already in love with another man. I'm sorry that I …"

She was pretty, but she kept bowing her head, as if she's trying so hard to disappear into the shadows. Meanwhile, the man wore a general's uniform with dozens of medals pinned on it. Judging by his arrogant stance and condescending tone, he did not earn those medals. I smiled tightly. "Ah, pardon my manners. I'm Duke Anton Fontaine of Michestershire. I thought you would have known me, but clearly you didn't take the time to memorize the faces of your soon-to-be family?" He tsked, but held his hand out to me and looked like I should be grateful to be in his presence.

"Oh, I see. So you won't let your own daughter call you 'Daddy' because you've already gone and picked up a new son outside?" Harold pressed his lips together and said nothing. At that moment, Susan interrupted, her tone full of grievance. "Harold was just being kind, helping us out. Please don't be angry, Catherine. If anyone's to blame, it's me. Jacob and I ruined your family's peace. We'll leave." Then, she turned to Jacob. "Get down from Harold and leave with me." But Jacob burst into tears. "No! I don't want to go! I like Mr. Jefferson! I want to stay with him!"

Even the house servant couldn’t help but give a subtle smile before turning to leave. I stared at the note again. Bride to be. This was getting real. “Who’s this man and where can I order a Rob please? I rolled my eyes. “Stop ittt…..he’s just sweet” “Just sweet? No girl.” She drew me in closer, holding up my chin. “Sweet is chocolate, sweet is ordering pizza when I’m hungry. This man is a romantic, don’t you see?” Part of me still remained scared. His gestures only made way for feelings I didn’t plan towards and that made me even more scared.

My back hit the counter, and the spatula clattered uselessly into the sink. “Mav—” My protest dissolved as he deepened the kiss, his hand braced on the counter beside me while the other skimmed down my side, slipping beneath the loose hem of my pajama top. My skin burned where his fingers brushed. “You taste better than breakfast,” he murmured against my mouth, and before I could even process the line, his hand was sliding lower, teasing the waistband of my pajama bottoms. My whole body went still. “Wait, what are you—”

He did everything to win her heart. However, she chose death over loving him again. "Argh..." The sound that escaped Francis was raw, primal: a wounded animal's cry. He shoved Nora aside, staggering past the stunned guests, past the roses, and through the blinding sunlight. They reached out to stop him, but he shrugged off every hand, marching on to the manor's secluded beach. The ocean was a steely blue, the tide high, waves crashing against the shore. Francis waded into the water.

When the waitress brought us two menus and two waters without a second glance, I felt a wave of relief so strong it made my head light. Jax sat across from me, his shoulders still tense. "The film review," I started, my voice cracking. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Jax, I saw it too. On the big screen. I didn't realize how much I was letting show. I thought I was being so careful." "You were," Jax said, tracing a scratch in the wooden table. "But you can't fake the way you look at someone you love, Liam. Not for sixty minutes a night, four nights a week."

kenzie said as I stared at her "oh gimme a break, love at first sight seriously?" I said "yeah it's romantic" kenzie added "ew, gross" I blute out cause the word disgust me "you see quincy here is a no love life type so she doesn't understands love" Gianna said to kenzie as she hand quotes the no love life type word. "Awwwn that bad" kenzie said in a sad tone "okay enough of this love talk am starving" she said as her stomach rumbled loudly making us laugh.

But Penelope could barely register her mother's presence, she was so focused on this intimidating man in front of her. Logan, the man Penelope was betrothed to, was not what she had expected. He was not the charming, handsome yet dangerous prince she had imagined, but a cold and fearsome looking young man who seemed to enjoy making people uncomfortable. Penelope couldn't shake off the feeling of fear as she looked into his eyes, and she knew that this was not going to be an easy journey.

he countered, his voice growing cold with a sharp edge of frustration. "As if I’m going to believe a word you say," she snorted. "So let's get this straight." She tapped a finger hard against his chest, right over his heart. "You called me here just to parade your intimacy with your girlfriend. Mr. Mancini? Thank you, but no thank you. I am not interested in being a spectator to your romance." Luciano watched her, a dark amusement dancing in his eyes. "That is exactly how I feel, amore mio, when you are with another man. Now you understand."