My Romance System Novels & Stories

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

I said quickly, moving to place my hands over her ears. "But I already know enough!" she protested, pulling away with a giggle. Zara shook her head, biting back a laugh. "This kid is too much. Just spill, Olivia." I sighed deeply, feeling the weight of their expectant stares. "We’re not… in love," I started, choosing my words carefully. "But we’ve been staying in the same room. Ryan is taking care of me, but he’s still focused on finding his mate. So, honestly, I don’t know what we are."

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.

This was as good an apology as she would ever get it… She knew it was his way of telling her that he knew she deserved a better setting for her first time, but that she couldn’t expect him to be a romantic partner. “As memorable as it could be,” she nodded at him, a lazy blissful smile stretching her lips. She had half a mind to tell him it had been everything she had hoped for and more, but she couldn’t. This was Roman freaking Bianchi. He was a mafia boss, and he didn’t do romance as far as she knew. Before long, they left the dimly lit bar, with Rose limping a little bit, her soreness both tingling with pleasure and slightly painful at the same time.

"It does. Last time I checked, I wasn't doing anything wrong. Damian is my fiancé. I can do whatever I want with him." His eyes darkened, jaw ticking. "Say that again, Maya, and I swear—" "What?" I cut in sharply, folding my arms. "What will you do, Roman?" I stepped closer, not backing down. "What exactly is your problem? You made it very clear you don't do love. You prefer a world that revolves around guns and secrets. You live in the dark and expect everyone to follow. But me? I'm not that girl. I don't hate love, Roman. I don't fear it. So if you've got a problem with that, deal with it. Let. Me. Be."

Chapter Fifty Two Can we fix things? /-Isla-/ A minute passed and he was yet to give me a response. My heart was shattering all over again. Hw couldn't leave her for me, even after admitting all that? I tried to get off him his grip on my waist tightened. “Baby, you don't seem to understand,” Roman started. “I have always been yours from the begining. Manda isn't something you should worry about. She is just Luna, you are my mate.”

Chapter 221 ROMAN “Rome , I love you. I love you.” She smiles into my lips and I laugh out loud. “I love you too.” I smile. As our kisses deepen I try to hold off the raging hard-on in my pants. Fuck, this isn’t the time. Ana, who is straddled over me, starts to slowly rock herself backwards and forwards over my cock and I close my eyes to hold off my arousal. She starts to really ride me as her kiss continues.

Florence supported him and edged him to keep on working hard. Ryan smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude. "Thank you," he said. "You're pretty inspiring yourself." Over the next few days, Ryan and Florence spent every spare moment together. They explored the city, visiting famous landmarks like the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre. They wandered along the Seine, watching the street performers and artists. They even took a day trip to the Palace of Versailles, where they got lost in the stunning gardens and fountains. As they spent more time together, Ryan found himself falling deeply in love with Florence. She was smart and funny, with a quick wit and a beautiful smile. She was also incredibly tal

I feel so lonely. His sad look and hard words touched Maria's heart. I can hug you if you want. She kneels down to him, wraps him in a warm embrace, not at all gratuitous, both two were carried away by their passions, and ended up giving each other a long and intense kiss, apparently of hormonal reconciliation, the passion seemed to take them to another level. But she cuts the romantic course, arguing that she will not forget everything she saw, and lived. She tries to leave, he takes her arm and asks who she is, she tells him her full name and again reminds him that she saved his life, he thanks her but reiterates who you really are, she replies; - Don't you see, I am your Karma and you are

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.