Most Romantic Novel Ever Novels & Stories

There was nothing so wondrous as this, nothing so fulfilling as a perfect kiss "A perfect kiss?" Joanna Lennox glared at the last page of her Gothic novel, Lady Jade's Wild Lord. "There is no such thing as a perfect kiss." A perfect kiss was a myth. She was sure there wasn't, because if there were, she would have been kissed by now and known that, wouldn't she? Yet here she was at twenty years old, unkissed, uncourted, and utterly alone.

“Two years ago. But I have never used it. It is my first time coming here after the renovation.” “It's really beautiful. Perfect for spending quality time here” she said with a smile but realise what she had said. The smile fell, and when she looked at Carson there was a smirk on his face. She blushed, embarrassed for not thinking properly. “I mean for couples in love. I did not mean anything about us, okay?” she added hastily. “As you say.”

I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.” He smiled, brushing a kiss along my temple, my lips, my forehead. “Oui. Toujours.” Yes. Always. The sun climbed higher, spilling more warmth across the room, painting his skin in gold, painting me in light, painting our shared intimacy in a glow that neither of us wanted to end. I woke up fully hours later, still pressed against him, his arms wrapped around me like he could never let go. Our breathing had slowed, our hearts had settled, but the memory of the night lingered—soft, intimate, unforgettable.

She could do a lot of things. Instead, she picked up the embarrassing romance novel and walked to the window seat. --- The book was terrible. The dialogue was overwrought. The hero was impossibly handsome, and the heroine was impossibly naive, and the plot required a series of coincidences that would never happen in real life. Elara loved every page. She read until the morning light shifted to afternoon. She read until her eyes grew tired and her stomach reminded her that breakfast was a distant memory. She read until she stopped seeing Isabella's tight smiles and Viktor's watchful eyes every time she blinked.

Seraphine didn’t discriminate. It was highly likely that the books here were put without his knowledge. Kayden wasn’t the man to read at the library. The library could just be here for the sake of it. Not contemplating further about this, she skimmed through the title of the novels. A lot of new ones have been released over the period of five years, and not being able to choose, she randomly grabbed one. From the title, it was a romance between a prisoner of war and a duke. This did some intriguing to Seraphine. Even if she knew it was going to have a sadomasochistic premise, judging from the title and the small snippet, she was still drawn in.

This was just too much. "You should know this, Bethel. What's mine is yours. My wealth - they all belong to you now. Your just gained the heart of Ryan Winthrop and congratulations, you've made me insane - insane for you". He said as he patted me on the Back while I remained speechless. I love you, Ryan, I said in my heart. I thank the heavens for bringing us together. I don't think there could have been anyone more perfect for me. I promise to always love you to the very end...till we grow old and death do us part💕

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

My stiff gaze drifted back to that photo of their hands intertwined in the car. I had not noticed it before, but at that moment, I saw it clearly. On that slender, pale wrist was a simple silver bracelet. Though it was nothing expensive, it looked painfully familiar. It was the birthday gift I had carefully chosen for Everly just last month. Then I looked at the account's ID. [J&E] 'Jeremy and Everly, huh?' So, that was it. The girl I had treated like my own little sister…had stolen the man I loved with all my heart.

I struggled to choose what book to read to him, since it occurred to me, belatedly, that I have no idea what my Master reads for pleasure. I try to choose something classic instead, something appropriate; but ´Wuthering Heights´, with Cathy, Heathcliff and Edgar, and their doomed love triangle, isn´t right. Neither is ´Gone with the Wind´, with Scarlett, Rhett and Ashley. ´Pride and Prejudice´, ´Jane Eyre´, ´Anna Karenina´, all dwell on the failure of three lovers to make their situation work. In the end, I choose something very different, ´Time Enough for Love´, an old 1970´s Sci-fi novel, in which the characters make their polyamorous family work.

Her heart most certainly became a rocket, soaring high above them. His skin looked very tanned in the moonlight. In truth, until then, she knew she had only dreamed of how it could be like between two people. She knew she hadn’t imagined it quite like this. No, at least, not this great. She was overwhelmed by the fierceness of his yearning and of course, no less overwhelmed by her own desire. She knew it in her heart that she was experiencing an excitement that was entirely new to her and she knew she would never, ever be tired of being in his arms.