Modern Romance Epub Novels & Stories

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“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.” I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?” She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.” I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder. “Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

Never like before. A few years after that my mother remarried and that is how my life started to slowly get back to its normal or so that's what I wanted it to be when I met Rosa. • • • I took a long breath almost choking on it before exhaling it heavily. I can't do this. How am I supposed to seduce him without him noticing that it's me? It sounds almost impossible to me. I touch the tip of my long hair and look at myself in the mirror for the hundredth time since I've been in here, locked away from reality. The person standing in front of me is not me.

Then he takes me to his room, climbing the steps quickly, while he still holds me in his arms, my cheeks begin to turn a little red, as I watch his muscles tense around him. Upon arriving at his really clean and spacious room, he takes me in front of his bed to lie down on it delicately, while he runs his lips along my neck, making me feel in heaven, and then puts his hands on my breasts on the dress. He slowly tears off the beautiful dress, but my kind heart doesn't allow him to do it, so I stop him. “Don't destroy this,” I beg him between kisses. “It's Abby's.” He ignores me and breaks it in half, shushing me with his tongue in my mouth, the taste is incredibly delicious. Mint, champagne,

Why did you get so drunk? Romance him... How could I romance a man as rough and hard as you? Can I handle it? Can I really do it? I don't even know anything about that thing. How can I do it properly? “I guess, I will need to make some research about that.”

Feeling a bit tired from all the overthinking and hauling old books all morning. "I'm telling you, it will be Vivienne Skye Harper matched to Finn Yamada," Madi said, trying to cheer me up and patting my back, before standing up. "Come on, future Mrs Yamada, we have books to sell," she said, arms outstretched. I sighed loudly and let her pull me up.

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”.

I don't, but I didn't give up without fighting you and I'm not going to leave those two parts without at least trying to do the same" "You're as romantic as I am desperate" "My books should have warned you about that" "You got to be kidding! Pornography is not the same as romance" "Depends on how it's written. It's not all moaning, unbridled sex, and exclamations of "oh my god!" ... Something has to lead to love" "So you're reading epic romances instead of porn huh?" I raise a skeptical eyebrow at him. "You didn't seem to have any objection when I was making you fall in love"

It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine, “The Parrot and the Hunter. Is this a children’s book or a weird shifter romance novel?” Morpheus laughs, and she sits down and opens it, “Ah, romance novel.” She taps it thoughtfully, “No pictures.” She smiles as Sol flushes and she curls up on the sofa to read, she flips through, “Oh, my apologies, there are pictures.” Sol groans as she takes in the etching of two people clearly fucking each other senseless. “Informative pictures.” Morpheus laughs hard,

"See that woman over there? In the red dress with the dark hair? That's Emilia Torres, his fiancée." "Emilia," I repeat under my breath. To him, I say, "Is she famous, too?" She certainly has the looks for it - and something about the way she carries herself seems to suggest an easy sort of confidence. Rafe chuckles again. "Yes, quite famous these days. She stars alongside Luca in the Cataclysm: Earth movies. Have you heard of those?" There's an amused gleam in his eyes - similar to what I saw in Luca's face, but it's more subdued in Rafe. He's obviously enjoying my inexperience, but unlike his brother, Rafe's pleasure is more restrained.