Most Romantic Novels & Stories

"Larry, are you sure that this plan will be work out?" "Of course, I saw that on many romantic movies. All the misunderstanding between them would be solved after they had calmed down and have the candle light dinner." "But they usually have the breakfast together but it didn't work out." "Because we are sitting on the table too and it is not romantic. The dark room which has only the light from the candle and the petals of Rose will make them soft their minds and submit to each other." "Haha! I didn't know that you would be a romantic person too."

It was different from anything they had done before, and different was not less, and different was not worse, and at one point she said exactly that. "Different," she said, "is not worse. Different is us figuring something out together and I find that, for reasons I cannot entirely explain, one of the most romantic qualities we have." "We are very good at figuring things out," he said, with the quiet certainty that was his version of an endearment. "We are exceptional at it," she said. "We should be proud of ourselves."

“Don’t you know how to be romantic?” My cheeks got so red. He turned to open up for me. How can a man be so sexy and romantic at once? My stomach filled with butterflies that moment. My legs went giggly. Oh goddess. Haez Cuisines was the name. One of the top, popular big names for romantic dates and good food in Italy. I’ve been hearing and seeing the name in the media. It’s such a wonderful privilege. “We’re doing VIPs.” He whispered softly to my ear. I’d already begun to imagine how indoors there would be with this glassy, classic luxury radiating from the outside.

Lily pouted, her curiosity now at its peak. “No, Lily. You’re a girl, and you’re still too young,” Jack insisted, which only made Micheal more curious about the definition his son had discovered and was so determined to keep from his sister. Knowing the easiest way to make Jack talk, Micheal turned to Lily, who was close to tears from being denied an answer. “Baby, ‘romantic’ means taking care of someone you want to marry. Like if I take Miss Yvonne out to dinner or to see a movie, I’m trying to make her happy. That’s being romantic.”

She says, gesturing with her hand. " Um and that's it." I say, awkwardly looking around the room. " That's it?" " Hmm?" I nod, still not looking at her. " Wow, please don't tell me you are one of those boring young couples." My eyes snap to her. " Pfft, no. Nothing about being with Roman O'Connor is boring. He is exciting, he makes me feel all giddy and he makes me feel like I am the only girl in his world. Sure he can be demanding and act crazy at times. He overreacts sometimes, he's possessive, loyal, attractive, a real man, and damn he is fine. He's literally a dream and the most important thing I am confident about, is his love for me. " I say, having risen to my feet and literally stari

Tears rolled down her cheeks thinking about this. Roman stopped before her. "I got you red roses because they're said to be the most beautiful type of Rose but I know that isn't true because you're the most beautiful type of Rose. You're kind, caring, loving and so beautiful. I love how you treat people and how disciplined you are. Most of all, you're perfect, Rose. " Roman gave her the flowers. Rose collected the flowers and took a deep breath, taking in the nice scent of the flower. "I love you, Rose." Roman knew he had to say this sooner or later. Saying it felt like a burden had been taken down from his shoulders. He had those words in his chest and he knew he had to get it out someway.

Theodore said giving up on arguing "Red roses they are the only ones used and suitable for things like engagement, first nights and marriage stuffs, you know why?" Leo said "Please indulge me." Theodore said "Because it signifies romance, love and everything that has to do with it. Keep this knowledge for when you find someone to love, other than that crazy banshee from the Black Wolf Pack, grow up Theodore." Leo said outrightly "You know what? I pray the goddess gets you a mate pretty soon or you may be the father of the entire nation with lots of bastard kids." Theodore said

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..

I have to speak through my mind. "I always do my love because that's the only choice I have to make you happy." "Awwnn!" I can't help but react to this lovely response. I close my eyes for a few seconds to imagine the feelings of love washes over me. I never dreamt of having such a pure, perfect romance. His words as well as his touches are all romantic.

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.