My Romance System Novels & Stories

Forever. "This isn't romance! This is worse than picking weeds in the cold for some deadbeat guy!" "What's the point of being the female lead if this is it?! Huh?!" "Even if I win, he'll be broken. I'll be broken. And the readers? They'll be screaming." Her thoughts spiraled. Bitter. Angry. She'd been a normal reader. She wanted the sweet romance. The happy ending. Not this. Not emotional damage. The system's voice was ice.

“Stay here.” But before I could finish activating the security system, the power went out completely. Darkness enveloped the room. Sophia gasped, and I instinctively reached out for her, bringing her into my arms. Her body fit into mine like it always did. Like a natural fit. “I’m here,” I said into her hair. “I’ve got you.” Her hands grasped at my shirt. “This is all my fault.” “No,” I said firmly. “It’s over now.”

This totally counts as aggravated assault! [Where's the system? How is this level of violence still allowed?] The system stayed silent. Of course. In a romance strategy game, the female side character's life was never a priority. I was just an NPC, a disposable obstacle on the main couple's road to true love. I was the evil backdrop to show how kind the female lead was. But I could feel pain. Real, searing pain. "You won't talk, huh?" Blake pressed down even harder. I heard the soft, sick sound of skin splitting, followed by a fresh, hot rush of blood. Black spots danced in front of my eyes, like static on an old TV that just lost its signal.

[Attention player, according to system detection, your mission has failed. Since you did not complete any successful routes, the system will now erase you.] The system’s voice echoed in my mind as I stood in the shadows, secretly watching the wedding. Inside the grand hall, Michael Brosnan and Faye Summer exchanged a smile before kissing amid the playful cheers of the crowd. That wedding had been the final lifeline the system gave me. Now, it too had slipped through my hands. Back then, when I entered the body of a three-year-old child, I signed the system’s contract: within twenty years, as long as I captured the heart of any one of the three male leads, I would return to my original world.

He scared this weak and pitiful Little Miss, he will be drop dead by tomorrow if this will be reported at His Majesty, the Emperor! System Love watched in the sidelines expressionless before asking his host to not be idly and complete the task of completing the affection of the Emperor so she can duel the male lead and blackened the female lead before she will reach the deadline and became dead forever and can never return at her real home.

They were fixed on the faintly glowing screen of his phone, the strange interface only he could see. The Romanticism System. The words pulsed faintly like they were alive, waiting for him to act. He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his black hair. (This… isn’t normal. I’ve seen enough webnovels to know systems like this don’t just pop up for no reason. But… why me?) A translucent window flickered into view above him: [Romanticism System Active] Traits: Empathy, Idealism (Locked) Quest: “A Romantic Heart Cannot Be Shaken” – Survive three consecutive confrontations without losing hope. (Progress: 1/3)

In the year 2224, I won the lottery to participate in a romance otome game. As long as I maxed out the male lead’s affection meter, I would clear the game and walk away with a ten-million credit reward. But the moment I entered the game, the system malfunctioned and completely lost contact with me. Luckily, I had been briefed beforehand: the male lead I needed to romance would have white hair. Everyone else in the game would have black hair. So the day I spotted a boy in a school uniform with silver-white hair, my heart just about exploded. I had finally found my target.

On a luxurious cruise ship, Lucas Lindt kissed his new bride, Hannah Snow, looking so in love. Cheers and blessings filled the air, but in my mind, a discordant voice from the System rang out. System: [Host mission failed. In half a month, you will be forcibly erased.] I watched Lucas, completely lost in the kiss, and a bitter smile tugged at my lips. In my original world, I had been terminally ill. After being transmigrated into this one, the System identified four targets for me to pursue. As long as one of them reached one-hundred percent affection for me, I would regain my health.

They kissed longer, slowly, Dennis let go of his lips on her, their eyes stuck together, none of them said a word to each other and it felt like their whole body was drawn together by a divine force none of them could explain. Cassandra didn't want Dennis to stop kissing her, she felt so alive watching him with her eyes, her heart entangling with his. She wanted more or his lips on hers, her body melted immediately he kissed her and she wanted to feel it again. The sound of the door bell brought them back to reality. Cassandra quickly remembered her pizza order. "I will get it" she said to Dennis and walked towards him with shaky legs. She opened the door, looked at the delivery guy who just

“I’ll wait right here; I won’t let anyone else hurt you. I promise.” I turn my back to her to allow her to undress and get into the shower with a tiny amount of privacy. Roman is purring in sheer satisfaction. Our mate is ready for us, take her, take her now. Fuck off buddy, I have to take it slow, we have to romance her, woo her. Slowly.