Most Romantic Book Novels & Stories

All I was aware of was that she was extremely beautiful and very feminine and I could feel the primitive attraction between us to be very strong. I picked up a book that was lying on the floor, and was pleasantly surprised to see that she was reading an erotica romantic novel. I raised an eyebrow at her. She pulled her book out of my hand and I laughed. My vivid imagination started working and I could imagine myself trying all those things with her and it aroused me so much. " Oh come on, darling. I can make you feel all of this and much more, which can't be expressed in words. " I said looking at her lips. She was looking like Aphrodite. Sexy!! Shy and uncomfortable.

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It was most likely the bed warmer. Rhys handed Amira the book he’d been reading. It was the book she’d been reading the night before. It had been years since she’d read a good book, and since her scheming had recently come to a halt, she decided to pick this one up. It was a romantic tragedy, something she didn’t think she would find in the library. But one that she was instantly immersed in and fell asleep to.

I began, my voice laced with dramatic flair, "it all started on a stormy night in a mysterious library. Ishtar was in search of a rare, ancient book that was said to have the power to bring two souls together." Amanda leaned forward, clearly captivated by the tale. "Go on, Damian," she encouraged, nudging her husband. "At least they didn't meet at a funeral parlor." "What? Did you two-" Ishtar asked, surprised, and Robert giggled. "Amanda would tell you all about it after Damian!" "Ishtar stumbled upon the book in the darkest corner of the library," I continued, my storytelling skills coming to the fore. "And as she touched it, I appeared, like a character straight out of a romance novel."

I want her to know how much I want her and want to be with her, but I don’t want to scare her off. “What were you reading on the balcony?” I asked her. “Just a romance book,” she replied. “It’s about a mafia princess who falls in love with a guy in the mafia, but she’s betrothed to someone else. It’s very well written.” “Sounds like a great love story. One you could tell your kids,” I smirked. “Well, probably not all the violence and sex,” Isabella giggled. “True,” I chuckled. “What are you doing tomorrow?” I probed.

“How long this time?” “Two days.” He set the book down. “How do you feel?” “Like I got shot twice,” I said, smiling faintly. “But better. Especially after what I just heard.” “You were listening?” “Hard not to when you’re reading dark romance in that voice.” “This voice?” “Yeah. The one that makes book boyfriends seem real.” A small smile tugged at his lips. “Should I be jealous of fictional men now?” “Maybe.” My gaze dropped to the book. “What is it?”

Cyra nodded, and then watched him leaving. She had never expected to see this side of him which made her believe that not just only a perfect man, a perfect cook….he was a perfect and ideal husband. He was that kind of life partner which any girl would feel blessed to have, but what about her? Why was this blessing cloaked as a curse for her? “This novel is quite romantic,” Cyra heard him saying who was reading the romance novel for her. Her head was placed over his lap as he had given her a head massage after their dinner, and now he was reciting that story for her.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."