My Romance From Far Away Novels & Stories

' The anticipation of their reunion filled their hearts with a renewed sense of hope and a deep longing for the future they would now build together. 'Close your eyes.' Richard whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. 'Imagine us together, our bodies intertwined, and the world fading away. Let this moment be a reminder of the love that will always bring us back to each other.' Regina closed her eyes, feeling the weight of their separation lift as she envisioned their passionate reunion. The distance between them may have been physical, but their love transcended any boundaries or obstacles they faced.

My cheeks turn red, as I listen to his romantic words. “Thank you.” I thank him while smiling graciously. “Do you want to dance?” He asks me with a smile on his lips, while I look closely at my high heels. “Yes.” I answered, not very sure, while he took me by the arm and took me to the dance floor, while the song By Your Side by Tokio Hotel played. While he dances with me, I run my hands along his broad back. Seconds later, I see Abby and Dr. Mark also come to the dance floor. She looks very excited while he looks very tired of her.

“I won't leave you alone. I will take care of you from afar. Even without you knowing. Just looking at you makes me very happy.” {Amar Trixeon}

“And you showed up. You carried me out. You brought me here. You made me soup.” He blinked, looking slightly flustered. “I just—” I shook my head. Silence settled between us, thick but not heavy. More like a blanket, warm and comforting. “I know I’ve been distant,” I said, fiddling with the blanket. “I was scared too. About the bond. About us. But I don’t want to push you away anymore. You’re not perfect, Roman. Neither am I. But you’re mine.” He stared at me for a long moment. “You really don’t hate me for all this?”

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

Professor said as he introduced a new classmate in their class. "Come here, Mister" After the door slid, a man with blonde haired appeared, who was bent over and for a moment, stood up straight, Loki could see he had a figure with similarities to the blonde haired man yesterday." "I'm Louise, nice to meet you all. I’m from France. Hoping we can be friends " Louise said enthusiastically as he vowed his head as gentleman. Girls keep screamed of love and kept stared at how handsome he was. While Loki stunned, her fingers unexpectedly pointed at him.

Roman's presence was a constant source of comfort and joy, his deep voice soothing to my soul. Between bites, Roman reached across the table and gently caressed my hand. His touch sent a surge of electricity through me, reminding me of the passion we shared beyond the confines of this meal. Our gazes locked, and for a moment, the world around us faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of us in this cocoon of love.

"I mean because the man I want you to marry is the one you love and love you but instead of that... you ended up marrying me. Your one and only gay best friend." "Rather than me marrying that Owen! It's better that I marry you. Don't you want to?" "Of course, you're better off, you're not toxic like the other girls and boys there! Then if we live together in the same house, we won't have any problems." "I thought about that too! And when we find the one, the one we were meant to be, we can get divorced right! Isn't easy??" I smiled at him. "Yes, it is!" How many times did we catch up and laugh?

“You seem a little… mysterious for romance.” “Romance can be mysterious too.” “Fair point.” We reached the small square with the fountain again, the same musicians playing softly nearby, and Diego slowed slightly while glancing at me. “So what was the last book you wrote about?” I hesitated, then sighed quietly. “An age gap romance.” His head turned toward me immediately. “Oh, now I’m curious.” I laughed a little. “You sound like a reader.” “I’m not,” he admitted, “but now I want to know.”