Modern Romance Epub Novels & Stories

I nodded at the paperback in her lap. "Something Maya recommended. It's actually really good, don't let the cheesy cover fool you." She held it up so I could see the cover properly — some kind of period romance with a couple locked in a dramatic embrace against a stormy sky. "I'm fifty pages from the end and I have genuinely no idea how they're going to fix everything that's gone wrong." "Sounds stressful." "It's the good kind of stressful. The kind where you know it'll work out, you just don't know how yet."

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

“I have to go.” “Okay. I love you.” He murmurs. “You too.” I reply and end the call. I open the bathroom door and step out into Vanya’s bedroom, my boots thudding softly on her plush carpet. I’m halfway to the door when it swings open. Rome. We both stop. His hair is red again, and he’s in an all black outfit with a biker jacket. The kind of boy I should be with. Someone within my age group, sweet, hot and actually wants to be with me.

If that was how he wanted to play it… Instead of storming over there and demanding who that man with him was like I wanted so desperately for me to do, I walked to an empty stool near the opposite end of the bar. He wasn’t that important anyway. I could have another man just like him beneath me before the night was over. “Whiskey,” I told the bartender. The glass had barely been set down when a cheerful voice spoke beside me. “You look disappointed.” I turned. A woman with curly dark hair who looked a few years older smiled at me from the neighboring stool. “Did someone stand you up?” I let out a quiet laugh. “Something like that.” “I’m Emma.” “Lucas.”

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

With a deep sigh, she pressed the doorbell and waited patiently for him. It didn't take long for Dennis to open the door, as soon as he saw her, he drew her close to him and gave her a long romantic kiss. "You look beautiful" he whispered to her left ear and Cassandra found herself blushing so hard even if it isn't the first time hearing such a word from Dennis. "Thanks" she replied and walked into the house. Dinner was already set for them, as Cassandra walked in, she saw the arranged table filled with candles, roses, a bottle of red wine and glasses.

Arielle rolled her eyes but smiled faintly. “Suit yourself.” She wandered into a bookstore nearby. The cool smell of paper and wood filled the small space. For the first time all day, she felt relaxed. No tense silences. No careful conversations. Just quiet. After twenty minutes she returned outside with a book in her hands. Roman glanced at the cover. “Romance?” “Absolutely not.” “Looks suspicious.” “It’s historical fiction.” “Same thing.” Arielle laughed despite herself. “You’re impossible.” Roman opened the car door again.

Does she really like Noah's uncle more than Noah himself, can she trust her own confusing feelings to make a right choice and would she be able to give in to a mature man's, for her a new world of pleasure and desires? Will the burning fire of passion destroy them or will it push them to great heights? How will Noah react when he finds out that his uncle is after 'his' girl and what will Helena, Justin's soon to be ex wife do when she finds out that a mere college girl is busy taking her place in Justin's heart? Let's find out and join Justin and Arabella on their rollercoaster ride of a romance!

Isabella isn't in the room and I glance around, wondering where she has gone when I hear the shower running. She must be in the bathroom. I was thinking she had gone somewhere else in embarrassment of what she had done to humiliate me but it's ok. I understand that she is only trying to help. I am thinking of going out to give her enough time to come out and get dressed when my gaze falls on the book on the sectional sofa. It looks like a novel so I pick it up. The title is MAIL-ORDER BRIDE and it looks like a romantic novel from the 20th century. I can figure it out from the cover of the book which has a bride and a man in a frock.

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.