Most Romantic Novel Ever Novels & Stories

he asked with such politeness that Selene couldn't refuse, and her eyes lit up again. "Yes," she whispered in response. Frederick settled more comfortably in the chair and paid attention, feeling excited like a child. "Romeo and Juliet." "Eh?" "The book I have in my hands is about a tragic romance between Romeo and Juliet, by the author William Shakespeare. Do you still want me to read it?" she asked, unsure if he would accept. "I would be delighted to hear it, my Lady, please," he requested, and Selene nodded.

“I don’t know much about what young women your age like to read, but I asked around and picked a few things. I thought it might make you feel...more at home.” I stepped closer, running my fingers over the spines. The books ranged from classics to modern novels, with a few journals tucked in between. “You did this for me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Ryan shrugged, but his ears turned slightly red. “It’s not much. Just thought you might like it.” His words hit me harder than they should have. He didn’t know it, but he’d done more for me in that moment than anyone else had in years.

Elena’s POV I was curled up on the comfortable outdoor sofa on the deck, completely lost in my book. The afternoon sun was warm on my skin, and a gentle breeze carried the fresh scent of the lake. This was one of my favorite spicy romance novels — the kind where the cold, powerful hero finally breaks down and confesses his undying love in the middle of a storm. I was smiling like a fool, biting my lower lip as I turned the page, my heart racing with the characters.

The whole house was boring and the atmosphere was gloomy, I decided to go into the study, when I was in there with Damon I could recall seeing romance novels on the bookshelf. I am a true lover of romantic novels, they get your spirit high with the sexiness of the male lead and gracefulness of the female but one thing that lacks in all romantic plot is that all are the same, there hasn't been anything new but who cares...... While I checked the bookshelf I notice a couple of erotic novels in there, you should know that I am very happy.

My last picnic date with Jason ended up great as you all know. I am currently, sited on the couch, my book held up in my right hand and my hot cocoa coffee in the other. I take a sip of the coffee and kept it on the table. I once said I love reading novels but I will go ahead and say it again. Novels are great but only when it’s not dark romances. I can read any type of novel but not dark romance. Don’t get me wrong but I find dark romance annoying and very boring and sometimes disturbing too. This morning when I went to the library, I took out two novels of which one is a dark romance novel and the other is practically a vampire romance. I love vampire romance novels; by the way. Everyone h

Then he pointed to a blank canvas. “That one is for you.” “For me?” “Yes.” “What will it be?” Mateo studied her carefully. “I don’t know yet.” “But it will be something special.” Months passed. Evelyn fell deeply into the rhythm of Mateo’s life. He kissed her like every moment mattered. He looked at her like she was art. Sometimes he whispered things that made her heart race. “You inspire me,” he told her one night. “No one has ever inspired me like this before.” She believed him.

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

Spencer is nice; he loves and respects me, my family, and the line of work I am in. Taking out my Kindle, I look at my last read,'The NoteBook' by Nicholas Sparks. This version has the previous cover of the book(the one with the staircase and front yard). It is the first romance I ever read and my favorite. Taking a deep breath, I dab my royal blue off-shoulder dress. Stylishly shredded at the hems, with teardrop diamonds scattered around.

she replied, "I've not seen you around the town before" "You won't, I'm a maid remember, I remain within my mistress's walls except when being sent on errand" Celeste explained, though Moreau heart will forever belong to Estelle La Fey, Estelle La Fey will forever be the best mistress ever, she's kind without any flaw and her beautiful smile never leaves her face, a smile enough to warm anybody's cold heart, just as it did to Moreau, leaving her care was a choice she made, because she decided to think about herself before anyone, but if she's ever given a chance to choose a mistress, Estelle La Fey will always be the one. "Oh I see, how was life in your mistress house?"

I said with more confidence. "With face it is" "Thanks" "What is your story about anyway?" he leaned closer to the table and put his arms on it. "It's a romance novel and I would like to refer to it as such. Despite the pornographic details on it. It's a story of a bad boy falling for an innocent and fragile girl. He's a wild spirit and she is conservative... two opposites attract" I giggled and I didn't even know why. "They have sex like crazy in every position I could think of, anywhere and every time they meet" I kept giggling like a little girl and he smiled like he enjoyed our conversation. That was good...