May-december Romance Novels & Stories

*May Myers' POV* (A memory from three months ago) At about 04:28 pm, As cold and freezing as New York tends to be in Autumn, it didn't stop me from shopping for some groceries. Daphne Dominique C., my best friend, had failed to buy some. I called her phone an hour before she texted that she was leaving for the salon, (to put on her nails and hair) and now it was overly frustrating to go shopping myself.

It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish. When he finally released me, we were both panting. "You love me," Francis said, locking eyes with me, each word deliberate as if willing it to be true. "You'll keep loving me. The drugs are irrelevant." I could not help but laugh. "Francis, who are you kidding?" Francis acted like he did not hear me. He just stood up and smoothed out his suit. "You're getting out tomorrow. Come stay at my place." "That's not my home," I said.

"Are you sure, Maya? Because once we start this, there is no going back to the light." ​"I'm tired of the light," she breathed. ​Roman didn't wait for another word. He crashed his lips against hers, a fierce, hungry possession that tasted of desperation and freedom. He scooped her up, her silver gown bunching around her thighs, and carried her toward the master suite.

Colm winked at Ang. Celly and Ang both smiled. "Oh, Colm, I've never seen Roman Holiday. Please educate me." Ang said as she batted her eyes at him. Jax growled. I swallowed hard. Ang was a great flirt. Colm probably didn't realize what he was in for tonight. He took it in stride and said, "Carson, Roman Holiday is saved in my date night movies list. Could you get it started? I would but as you can see my hands are full." He squeezed Celly and Ang's arms. Derek and Thomas both smirked.

My eyes fell on the nice and big comfy bed and my eyes drifted to the nice dresser, pretty lamps and even the room smelled really nice like roses. “Wow. This place is really nice.” I complimented as I looked around with a smile on my face. “Thanks. You can have your seat.” I had my seat and fiddled with my fingers as I was no longer in my territory so I felt a bit more reserved. “Yeah! So, do you know what’s funny? My brother, Daniel prefers dominant and fierce partners when it comes to romance.” Maya revealed to me. I didn’t know why she was so confident in revealing all these to me but it was nice to know that I was trusted.

She beamed at me from across the room, her cheeks flushed with enthusiasm. I took a deep breath, rolling my eyes at the sudden festivity. Valentine’s Day, a day to be reminded that romance could be a fairy tale for others but a tired story for me. The dream’s ghost whispered at the back of my mind, and I shoved it aside with a sigh. Emma pointed at the poster plastered near the bulletin board. It featured two clocks perfectly synchronized, below the tagline: The Perfect Lover. "Isn't it romantic?" Emma gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “If I could, I wish... well, maybe someday I’ll find someone like that.” She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movi

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.

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

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.”

I never want to see a conference room again. I pass employees on my way to the top floor and they all nod to me, bowing lightly in respect. It’s been four months since Roman and I officially got married, and those four months have been the best of my life. Roman had Maya come with us on our honeymoon, and Maya’s new Nanny, Mira, a very nice omega female who adores Maya. The rooms were soundproof so while everyone else slept, Roman and I had sex like rabbits in heat. For the four weeks, we were on a tropical island resort, Roman made me scream his name in every possible length, tone, and timbre I could imagine.