Most Romantic Books Of All Time Novels & Stories

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Yes, I felt my cheeks hot and a pulsating pressure between my thighs and a wet sensation pressed against my panties. "If i was born as a werewolf, then this hospital ward would be filled with the smell of my arousal.... Shit...shit..shit... What happened to me today....Lara.. For sure, you have to stop reading your fantasy novels and your k-dramas...." I shook my head and driven all those f*cking thoughts out of my mind. He stopped kisssing me in the middle and took a deep breath. He opened and glared me with his lust filled eyes. Then he suddenly lifted me in a bridal style and gently placed me in the near by hospital bed. He widened my legs and stood in between my thighs.

Heaving a long and drawn-out sigh, Roselle lifted her face and her eyes swept through the large library. The five books she had chosen were unexpectedly all about the vampire empire's history. She would love to delve more into their history as she was curious to know, but at that moment, her curiosity about her husband's past was way stronger that she had actually wished she could just find a book personally dedicated just about him. Roselle thought that if there ever was a book that contained the details of Romeo's secrets and of his past, the book should be looking like… her eyes just wandered around for minutes as if she were looking for something.

** POR SIEMPRE TUYA LIBRO 1 (166,800 LECTORES) ETERNAMENTE MÍA LIBRO 2 (54,700 LECTORES) INFINITAMENTE NUESTRA LIBRO 3 ( 7200 LECTORES) **SAGA ROMANCE ( pasión, romance, tentaciones y un hombre decidido a todo por la mujer que ama). -CUANDO DEJAS TU CORAZÓN ATRÁS LIBRO 1 (4200 lectores) -MI CORAZÓN TE PERTENECE LIBRO 2 (3800 lectores) *** PASION Y TENTACION MAFIA SERIES*********** -MAFIA ITALIANA LIBRO 1 ******HISTORIAS INDIVIDUALES************ - LUNA INDOMABLE (pasion/traicion/romance/ alfa posesivo/ princesa rebelde)

But Arabella’s heart had already begun beating far too quickly. A breeze moved softly through the marketplace between them. Neither spoke for several moments. Then Edwin finally gestured toward the bookstore. “Do you enjoy reading?” “Yes.” “What sort of books?” Arabella hesitated. “Poetry mostly.” One dark brow lifted slightly. “Romantic poetry?” Her cheeks warmed instantly. “Sometimes.” Edwin looked dangerously amused again. “You continue to surprise me, Lady Arabella.” “And you continue mocking me.” “Only because you blush so beautifully.” The words escaped him so naturally that both of them froze afterward.

Even so, the whole process feels like a battle, and I am already exhausted by the time I have the books in my hands. I still read romantic novels. There is something comforting about them, even if some of the stories hit a little too close to home. Some of the plots are eerily similar to my own life, while others are pure escapism—beautiful, heartwarming tales from start to finish. Sure, the characters face hardships and tribulations, but what always stands out to me is the love and trust between the couples. It is the kind of love that feels unshakable, the kind I used to dream about. Now, I am not so sure if that kind of love exists for me anymore.

“You learned something? From him?” “Yes, we both learned a lot from each other. There are different genres in literature for a reason. And you can’t ignore the fact that romance is the most read genre in the world. There’s a reason why his books are so popular and if you look farther than your prejudice you will learn to appreciate them for the work of art that they are. That’s all I’m going to say…” Iori finished and spun around intending to leave only to feel his hand on her arm stopping her from leaving and turning her around to look at him. “No, wait!” He exclaimed and Iori flinched at his nearness.

It was as if, unlike any other room, this one was special. Elena approached the man and sat across his legs, putting one of her arms around his shoulders. "Gustave Flaubert" he replied. "French romance" the incredulity in the woman's tone was clear. She couldn't believe someone like Aaron was interested in romance. "All French works have a romantic content," he explained, shrugging. Elena smiled, and then Aaron was sure that smile could light up the whole city. The closeness between them was frightening for both of them, and they were afraid of what they would feel when they had to pull away.

“Because I do. Most of these modern book relationships don’t make sense. They wouldn’t work in real life. He’s toxic and she’s too naive, but hey, their s*x scenes are terrific and at this point, that’s all I’m here for.” I sighed deeply. What was with my mouth lately? I was no longer thinking before speaking. “So I’m guessing you prefer the older romance stories, like Jane Eyre whose man is double her age or Pride and Prejudice who had to marry for wealth or else she would be done for,” he said, looking at me with an amused expression. “Ok. Fair point,” I agreed with him. “But I never said I liked the older romance novels either. I’m an English major and I really believe some of these books

Then I recalled he once told me that he found out four years ago. "They're not... smutty. Just romance with a little..." I couldn’t finish the sentence because he was too right. All of my favourite books were downright smutty, especially the ones I read nowadays.