Man's Romance Novels & Stories

“I know I might not be the type of person they would expect at the side of a man like…” “Excuse me, Henry, what exactly are you asking about?” she interrupted. “It’s not ‘whatever this romance is,’ Tanner—it’s what it is,” she stated sharply, casting a cold glance at the man. “It’s a proper romance, plain and simple. There’s no hidden agenda here.” “Perhaps you, Tanner, are focused and level-headed, but forgive me for being blunt—what about this young lady here?” Iván asked. “Explain yourself,” he said firmly.

Carefree. Another image—Julian and Cassiel sharing a dance under string lights. There were no guards. No guns. No masks. Just two men, clinging to a moment that didn’t belong to the violent world they came from. “Romance,” the man said with disdain. “So fragile. So easily shattered.” He tapped the photo gently. “They think they’ve found peace.” His lackey stiffened. “Shall I alert the others?” “No,” he replied calmly. “Let the lovebirds believe in their illusion a little longer.”

Of all the people she had mistakenly bothered, it had to be the man who Lady Francine had dubbed these days as ‘a jerk’. He had on reading glasses and a book in his hand that had a dark blue hardcover with the title ‘Veranda’. One of the ones she saw in the shop and the one that nobles and commoner ladies alike are reading recently. A romance story about a country bumpkin who swept the attention of a widowed man who has a daughter. She didn’t see the appeal of it so just chucks it up as generic romance. The women of Polvaros seem to be enamored with it, however. Maybe her taste in books is broken since even Rodrick, who his mistress has to describe as a soulless man, was enjoying his time wi

Nandini asked breathing heavily meanwhile he was busy wiping her lipstick from his lips. Listening to her questions he looked at her confused, "why did you ask this?" "The way you kissed me, i mean this kind of kiss i have only seen in Hollywood movies." Nandini asked with blush and manik cup her cheeks making her look into his eyes. "Don't worry in future you will experience various kinds of kisses, this was just a trailor because we are not married yet, that was the small part of my romance." Manik said in very amusing tone making her hide her face in his chest. He laughs out loud watching her blush. **********

Hoping we can be friends " Louise said enthusiastically as he vowed his head as gentleman. Girls keep screamed of love and kept stared at how handsome he was. While Loki stunned, her fingers unexpectedly pointed at him. "what are you doing, Loki? " Polly asked "He was the blonde haired man I met yesterday" Loki gave a cold stare at Louise. Louise looked at Loki to her place and smiled sparkly, he waved his hand and went to her direction “ I didn’t know you will be my classmate, Darling” Louise smirked “Its been a while, darling that we met again. I guess we are destined to be together “ and he suddenly held her two hands and kissed her hand as he gave an prince impression towards her.

Fishing a clean pair out of the bag he pulled them on and headed across the hall to the bathroom to finish the job. Closing the door, he flicked on the light and stared at himself in the mirror. It amazed him that he looked the same since he felt very different on the inside. It wasn't just the release he'd given himself. A hand job was a hand job. It was much worse than that. He was fucking falling in love with Jasmine Grey. He, Caleb Branam, a ruined man who'd grown to hate the world, who carried death with him, was falling in love with the very last woman he should. What the fuck did he do now?

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.

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

He said in a cold voice, "Hurry and clean the toilets!" "Mr. Walker!" Ray hastily switched back to serious mode. "Please listen to me. It doesn't matter if that woman is tough or meek. Women all love romantic things!" Seeing that Carl was paying attention, Ray continued, "Also, the lights are dim at the movies. "When a touching romance film is playing, and things get all corny, he can give her a deep and passionate kiss. All his problems will be solved then!" "A movie?" Carl asked suspiciously.

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 …"