Non Romantic Books Novels & Stories

Romance. The biggest shock of the season, I know. But I had expected the same with Aira, I just felt like it was a women's thing. Except I could not see a single romance book on the shelf. All I could see were politics, economics, finance and history. The kind of books I would have expected the Alpha to have yet she had it in this small space.

Susan blushed, and Alexei tilted his head, curious. “Weird books? Now I’m interested.” “They’re just fiction. Suspense, mystery… Sometimes romance.” She shrugged modestly. “Romance?” He raised an eyebrow. “The sugary kind or the ones that keep you up all night reading?” She bit her lip, thoughtful. “The ones that make you think. I like imperfect characters. Relationships that are built over time. Real feelings, you know?” Alexei’s smile remained, but his eyes grew more attentive. “You don’t believe much in instant passions?”

Something almost every woman goes through. The last time I had my period, the pain was so bad I couldn't even get out of bed. All I asked for was a glass of hot water. He called me dramatic. I laughed bitterly to myself. Love and indifference really are that obvious, even if nothing physical had happened between them yet. Three days passed. Ryan still hadn't come home. I didn't waste the time either. I started packing up my things, little by little. The house was his before the marriage, so I was the one who had to leave.

The restaurant had quieted down, but neither seemed in a hurry to leave. Ava leaned forward, smiling. “Okay, seriously? Have you read romance novels? Mr. Big Bad Nico?” Nico smirked, refilling her glass. His fingers brushed hers on purpose, lingering a second too long. “Don’t tell anyone. I like the ones with ridiculous plots. The dumber, the better. Makes me feel like my life isn’t the most fucked up one out there.” Ava laughed, a real, unguarded sound. “God, you’re such a liar. I bet you only read business books and torture manuals.”

“Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.” I shrugged even though he couldn’t see it. “I like knowing how people lived before everything got loud. Plus, it’s an excuse to hide in here. Away from parties and drama.” “Smart girl,” he murmured. The way he said it made my stomach flip. Time passed. Maybe twenty minutes. We talked about everything and nothing. My terrible roommate. His awful coffee from the faculty lounge. How the basement always felt colder than the rest of the building. Our voices got softer, more comfortable. The dark made it easier somehow. Like we we

“First of all, it is rude to snatch a book out of that person's hand. Second of all, I'd tell you what it was about, but I don't think it's really your type of book.” “And how can you be sure of what my type book is?” He asked with a questioning look on his face. “I feel like you read a lot of boring books that were most probably written by archeologists or some Dante Specialist.” He took a seat next to her and handed her the book before saying, “Well, it’s not my fault that I like to read books that are educational. Not books that fill my head with nonsense about love and romance and strawberries and sunshine.” Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. Yes, the books she read were all romance b

“The prologue sounds interesting,” I thought to myself before turning the page over. I was sitting on the edge of my window with my nose deep into a romantic book. I like reading but, mind you, only novels and comics. My interest nowadays inclines towards erotica. Goodness, the details they provide. Lord have mercy, I wonder if the men in real life are as passionate as in fiction. I learned a lot of things from those books but never got to put them in practice.

Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind. I found myself constantly distracted by her movements. The emails were going unanswered while she was reading one of those sex books she’d found in one of the rooms. One of my wolves enjoyed some kinky books, which I didn’t have a problem with Emma reading. Anything that got my woman hot and horny was only a benefit to me. Ethan's POV:::

My hand reached out almost automatically and I picked up a worn paperback titled “Beneath the Wolf Moon.” A wolf-themed romance. Go figure. “You are going for those cheesy ones,” Emma teased from a nearby shelf. “They’re comforting,” I replied, hugging the book to my chest. “You always know who ends up together, no one actually gets punched in the face, and the girl doesn’t have to decide between two emotionally unstable guys.” She snorted. “Wish real life worked like that.” “Same.”

Four “So, what’s the genre we’re looking at?” Nico picked up one of the books on the desk and flipped it to the back, reading the short description. “This one seems to be about magical powers and shit. Fantasy?” Theo nodded, taking a sip of his wine. He set down his glass and picked up a book from the pile. “I have romance, crime thrillers and fantasy, here.” He handed him a book. “What do you think about this?”