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I whisper not wanting to disturb other people in the store "Jane Austin again!" Lexi laughs. "look she kinda ruled the classics era, you know," I say with a shrug. I take a look at the books Lexi was caressing a minute back." any good read in the modern romance?" I point at the books assembled in the rack right in front of her. "oh yeah, I am a big collen hover fan. I mean verity and ugly love are my favorites of all," she reaches for a book and hands it over to me.

My soul was a desert and you, my love, is an ocean I was searching so hard for. You is all I need to live..... Murmuring the last line, I closed down the last page of my novel and exhaled a gentle sigh. I never feel lonelier then I do after finishing a romantic novel. I swear they make love sound so dreamy in these books that my craving for a companion shoots up by like thousand times. I wonder if I would ever get to feel this "magical feeling." Men in these novels are so fanciful though- sweet, caring, understanding and so romantic. If only we could order men too on shopping sites. If it was possible, I would have got me a gentleman who is considerate, soft-spoken and chivalrous. Nothing li

I then decided to read a novel, a steamy romantic one of course. I was a lover of thrilling romantic stories. I've literally read every single one you can ever think of, at the time, except for 'Fifty Shades Of Grey' of course. I couldn't read it because I couldn't get it. I had a collection of such stories in my bookshelf, while I was still at home. I took a few of them with me to school.

There, he found Kana waiting for him, her eyes filled with the same love that had ignited their hearts all those months ago. In each other's arms, they discovered that their love had not only survived the trials of time and separation but had grown stronger. Their historical romance had weathered the storms of history and emerged as a timeless love story, a testament to the enduring power of love that transcended eras and defied the constraints of fate.

Every time I read romance novels, I've always thought what a bunch of liars those authors are, to put shitty smut that the majority of us women, don't even experience. Like seriously, getting wet just by his presence in the room? Or at the sound of his voice? Bullshit, that's what it is!

I'm a sucker for romance novels but having a boyfriend in real life doesn't suit me at all. Romance novels are enough flirting and kissing for me. My all-time favorite romance book is The Kissing Booth. My mother says it's 'below my intelligence.' What can I say? I'm a sucker for kissing and handholding. Today is the last nice day of summer. I'm looking forward to eraser shavings covering my hands and the endless homework assignments that keep me busy when I come home to an empty house. Everything in that house is empty at night. I like living in the shadows.

The titles of the stories had followed a similar theme like ‘The Billionaire’s Secret Wife’, ‘Forced Marriage’ or “The CEO’s Mistress’. It hadn’t taken him long to work out that they were slushy romantic novels with lurid covers. “Queen Annelise had a phase,” Sebastian said with a snort. “I cannot believe how low the quality is in those books from the writing to the romance. She stopped reading them when she got married and had enough courage to keep them here despite knowing people would judge her.” “You’re very knowledgeable about them,” Edward laughed. “I was curious,” Sebastian admitted. “They are weirdly addictive to read. It’s a shame they don’t do a gay line of books. ” Edward pulled

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.

In the growing light of dawn, the city of love seemed to hold its breath, as if acknowledging that within these walls lay a passion powerful enough to rival its own romantic legacy. Dawn painted the historic spires of Paris in shades of gold and rose, but my world had narrowed to the dangerous perfection of Nathan's embrace. In this moment, surrounded by centuries of romantic history and wrapped in the arms of my devastating billionaire, I understood that some loves transcend ordinary definitions. What we shared was as rare and precious as the diamonds he draped me in - dangerous, beautiful, and absolutely unstoppable.

How was it possible that one man looked as handsome as ten handsome men? How could something like that ever be fair? How was it fair that such man happened to fall in love with a woman like her? Her happy ending was happier than any happy endings ever recorded in history. Cinderella? Snow white? Rapunzel? Aurora? Tiana? Of all of the princesses in the world of fairytale, she was the one with the happiest ending ever. Sure she was not a princess neither was she getting married to a prince, but Romeo was ten times better than a prince. Better than a king.