Non Romantic Novels & Stories

“Fine.” “Then, I promise not to have sex with you again,” he said. Inwardly, he knew that was a lie. Diane was like an addictive drug that took over his senses and cloud all sense of reasoning. “My turn,” he said, shaking his head to shrug off his thoughts. “What are your best genres of movies?” “Romance.” “Really?” “Yeah. I mean, my romantic life is non-existent. So, why not enjoy another person’s own.”

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

"That's probably everyone's favorite ... especially when they're not really sure why they're getting divorced." "I know why I'm getting divorced," I said evenly. I felt unclean, though. I felt ... broken. "Of course you do," he said agreeably. "Otherwise you wouldn't be here. I suppose your proof of wrong-doing is in that folder on your lap. I want you to know right now that we're in a no fault divorce state; it means you don't have to have a reason for the divorce. I don't need to see your proof and I really don't want to see it."

He likes women who keep to their words. He went to give her a hug but Jeniva shoved him aside. All she cares about is giving him her body and then she'll leave immediately. No time for romantic display. “Aren't you going to hug me baby?” Junxi asked, going after Jeniva and placing his hands around her waist. He swallowed hard,her body is tempting really. But then, his phone rang. He paused and checked. He saw it was Martha, she called at the wrong time. He silenced the phone and next, placed it on the bed and turned to Jeniva when the later said “I'll take a shower”

And a straight man dedicating such a song to a straight woman wasn’t talking about friendship but about love. Full stop. Her heart raced too hard every time she went back to that, so she tried to drop the idea. She needed to find something else. She couldn’t doubt the fact that Jim cared about her. His affection was just out of the question. Just like it had nothing to do with romantic love. He needed an insane amount of attention, and always felt compelled to make people react to him. Indifference was the worst insult for him. Maybe he didn’t want his virtual friend to forget about his charms? As if. Maybe he needed to play a little seduction game with her? Just like he’d done with the Toni

“In modern times, people believe in nothing. Religion no longer raises the awe it once did, even to those who still say they believe. Life has become… mundane.” Her hand had moved down across Michael's stomach as she spoke. Now it wrapped lightly around his naked cock, stroking the semi-hard shaft. Her little speech had distracted him from her body, but now the relaxation that had been overtaking his hard-on was thrown aside by the contact of her hand. He let out a low groan as her thumb grazed over his fraenulum and her fingers wrapped around his shaft, squeezing slightly.

"That's better. Now, dress up. We're going to the club to get fucking drunk." "Or we could stay here and drink while we watch a movie or something?" "You want to watch romcoms?" I raised my voice. Nora jumped a bit and I felt sorry for her. It's not her fault why I was so mad, But I was taking it out on her so hard. "What the hell are romcoms? I wanted to watch Death Race or something. What kind do you like?" "Sci-fi." "That's so futuristic. You know for someone who's as rich as you, you should be living in the moment. With all-"

Tropes: Stepbrother, forced proximity, forbidden attraction, taboo romance, dominance, submission, brat taming, possessiveness, jealousy, edging, teasing, denial play, accidental touching, shirtless temptation, holding back, slipping control. ***** The hallway was dark except, Rhea walked bare feet past the closed doors of her sleeping family. Except ones door was closed except one. Her stepbrother’s door. The door to his room was open, she peeped inside, they was no light, it was just a flicker of....maybe from a phone screen or maybe not.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

“Hey, I was thinking maybe we could—” Kaelin brushed him off before he could even finish. Literally. A shrug. No eye contact. Just pure “I don’t care” energy. Ronald froze, caught between awkward and offended. I wanted to crawl under the desk for him. “That wasn’t cool,” Elian said, turning toward Kaelin with that disappointed look only he could pull off — the kind that said “be nice” without actually saying it. Kaelin just smirked, unbothered. “Relax.”