New Romance Novels & Stories

I continue my work and I have a good progress. I decided to email my proposed title and outline to Ms. Amanda and I’m a bit nervous. I hope she will like it. I’m confident with my work but knowing Ms. Amanda she is a very strict and I don’t know what really catches her attention or what her taste about a novel. I decided to make a romance novel about a girl that left on her wedding day to pursue her dreams and after a long time will meet again her past lover.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

Yvonne felt regretful at that moment. “Oh, these two lovebirds had even started to flirt with each other. Do you two think that we are filming a movie?” Winona laughed sardonically. “Are you two really in a paramour relationship?” Sophia looked at Yvonne and Benedict in disbelief. She had always thought that Yvonne and Benedict were working together to scam her. “What paramour relationship? We are lovers who love each other!” Benedict corrected her.

" What am I going to do now? should I apologise or what?" " Yes you should and make it romantic" Mr DiCaprio "Michael does the gym offer still open?"

“Perhaps her depiction of the perfect romance will offer insight into figuring out who this person is.” Nikki grimaced when she heard the name Verna Ravenway. It was the name of a popular romance writer who had amassed a cult following online, but no one knew who she was. She sighed as she realized the two girls were probably not talking about her but about some ridiculous fantasy they had concocted due to the overconsumption of romance novels.

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

“Then let’s give him what he wants. Let’s make sure Uncle Peter gets the news that Blair Warner is dead.” Roman’s arms tightened around her. “This is going to work, Blair. And when it’s over, we’re going to have the rest of our lives to figure out normal things. Like where to go on our honeymoon.” Blair pulled back to look at him, managing a small smile despite everything. “Somewhere far away from here?” “Anywhere you want,” Roman said, leaning down to kiss her softly. “As long as we’re together.”

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.

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.”

Soft music was playing in the background, and the scent of lemongrass clung to the air so much that I instantly felt relaxed. Ariana slipped onto the massage table next to mine with a sigh, and she said, "God, I needed this. My whole body's sore from shooting that stupid jogging scene twelve times yesterday." I looked over at her and asked, "What jogging scene?" “It’s a new romcom I’m working on,” she said. “It’s called ‘He's the One’, and I know it’s a stupid title but the check cleared so I'm not complaining." “Sounds interesting,” I said, laughing. “What’s it about?”