My Romance System Novels & Stories

kenzie said as I stared at her "oh gimme a break, love at first sight seriously?" I said "yeah it's romantic" kenzie added "ew, gross" I blute out cause the word disgust me "you see quincy here is a no love life type so she doesn't understands love" Gianna said to kenzie as she hand quotes the no love life type word. "Awwwn that bad" kenzie said in a sad tone "okay enough of this love talk am starving" she said as her stomach rumbled loudly making us laugh.

he asked me. I nodded, pressing a kiss on his lips that slowly deepened. Fingers strummed my clit while the tip of his cock began pressing inside of me. I appreciated being given time to adjust, but I wasn’t certain how much adjusting could occur with how massive Roman was. It felt like he was being squeezed inside of me. His kiss grew more demanding as he pulled out some and pushed back inside of me. ‘You could help him along,’ Storm suggested. ‘It’ll hurt either way, but our fire can also be used for pleasure too…’

Not the system. The simplicity. The promise that if they gave in, they could feel everything again without the chaos of choice. Cassian leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. “This node knows us. It’s not random. It’s intimate.” “It’s us,” Aria whispered. “Or the version of us the system loved most.” A silence passed. Long. Fragile. Then Cassian’s hand rose, threading through her hair, pulling her close not as a lover, not as a partner as someone terrified of what comes next.

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

Discuss what somewhere else? Grace voiced out more irritated than confused. "Grace" Dante put his hand out in an attempt to stop her from talking. "Hey, I'm Rome. Your potential mate" Rome said using a hand to brush back his perfect hair back as he extended another hand towards her. Wow, was he tall. Grace took it anyway with a contended smile on her face. She didn't quite know what was going on. But she could definitely get used to this. "Will you get your hands off of her--"

Hands raised and index finger pointed. “Just watch out! If until the due date you do not pay installments,” said Rambo. “Don’t blame anyone if we drag you to the club.” “W-what do you mean?” A grin rises on their fierce faces. Rambo grabbed Velia’s chin until the girl grimaced at it. “If you can’t pay the loan with money, you can pay it with your body. You can have sex with us.” Velia’s body instantly relaxes. They laughed while leaving.

The ring in my finger is a symbol, and so is our names on each other's HarmonyMatch app. And so, I decided let things go. I looked at him and said: "Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee," he looked at me, puzzled. "Your Highness. There is no hiding." I took a deep breath. "I'm in love you, too," I said. And there was silence. He just looked at me, face unreadable except for what seemed like shock. "Um…hello?" I asked, waving my hands before his face. "Hey, are you o–" And just like that, I found myself kissing the prince.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

Romance is an incredibly fragile thing; it relies entirely on the romantic delusion that feelings are chosen, not programmed in a Petri dish by two desperate scientists trying to secure a government grant. "He’s lying, Kai," Anya whispered, her voice dropping an octave as she snapped her head up to look at me, her eyes filled with pure, unadulterated venom. "He’s trying to ruin what we have because he knows he can't control it. He knows he can't replicate it."