Old Romance Novels & Stories

Too tired, they decide to open the presents piled up in their closets the next day. Meanwhile, Austin and Bella are washing their bodies with warm water. The two married couples are phenomenal for their boundless romance. So many young couples look up to them as role models for how to treat their partners. Where you have to love with honesty, and honesty is the cornerstone of their romance. "Husband, I'm worried about Arion. Is he in some kind of trouble?" Bella leaned against her husband's chest. Meanwhile, Austin hugged his wife's body from behind. He leaned back in the bathtub while his hands didn't stop playing with his wife's breasts.

“I'm curious about something.” “It better be reasonable,” I retorted, and she began. “Did y'all even have sex yet?” Nikita blurted out. I inhaled sharply, “Is that what you're curious about?” I voiced. “Well, no.” “What an old-fashioned relationship,” she pointed out. “Two boring adults, you were married.” I gawked back at her with raised eyebrows, “What's wrong with the old-fashioned way of having a relationship? It's called slow-burn love.”

Cortland and I reach the pinnacle of our pleasure simultaneously, our cries of passion intermingling in a symphony of ecstasy. "Sweet heavens, Austin," he moans, "you are the embodiment of my deepest desires. I love you woman." The intensity with which he embraces me leaves me with a swirling mix of emotions. I worry that I haven't been careful enough with my heart, and that the possibility of heartbreak looms ominously on the horizon. Despite the brevity of our time together, I have developed strong feelings for him. It's possible that this is because I've never allowed myself to be vulnerable like this before. The question remains: can a fledgling romance overcome the challenges of the pas

Ruby sweet-talked, connecting their foreheads together and gazing passionately into Carmilla's eyes. The raven-haired can only blush due to the undeniable sincerity in her fiancee's words. She suddenly connected their lips together never minding the prejudice of their audience or the fact that their expensive lipsticks are getting smudged. Ruby kissed back with equal passion, sending fire into her soul due to their fiery intimacy. The only thing Carmilla cares about right now is ravishing the supple lips of the romantic lady in her embrace.

This was as good an apology as she would ever get it… She knew it was his way of telling her that he knew she deserved a better setting for her first time, but that she couldn’t expect him to be a romantic partner. “As memorable as it could be,” she nodded at him, a lazy blissful smile stretching her lips. She had half a mind to tell him it had been everything she had hoped for and more, but she couldn’t. This was Roman freaking Bianchi. He was a mafia boss, and he didn’t do romance as far as she knew. Before long, they left the dimly lit bar, with Rose limping a little bit, her soreness both tingling with pleasure and slightly painful at the same time.

"Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty.

"That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now." Yara clenched her fists that were under the table. She remembers the words of Adam, her first love and first ex boyfriend in high school when they broke up. "I swear you won't be able to date forever. Anyway, you won't be able to get married until you can see me on the aisle."

Their conversation echoed through the entire restaurant. "Jeremy, when is that old woman finally going to add your name to the deed?" "Soon. She's just a love-starved idiot. A few sweet words and she's completely lost. Once the house is mine, I'll dump her and marry you." "Sheesh, you're so bad… But I like it." The ring box fell from Jeremy's hand, snapping open with a loud clatter. The cheap moissanite rolled under the table. His face turned ghostly pale.

They bathed together. "Darling, this is so warm. I regret not realising I loved you before, and you are the best wife. You always understand me, even though my face and body weren't good back then." David kissed Olivia's beautiful lips. "Don't keep doing this! David, is this really you? You used to be so rough and cold. How can you be so romantic now? All along, I wanted you to be like this, and finally, I'm glad my love isn't unrequited."

So I’d brought actual recreational reading – the kind with swoony romance and emotional devastation instead of clinical diagrams. “Listen to this,” I said, looking up from my book. “He took her hands in his, his voice barely above a whisper: ‘I have loved you since the moment you stumbled into my library, covered in rain and righteous indignation. Will you do me the extraordinary honor of becoming my wife?’” “That’s terrible,” Alonzo said without looking up from his laptop. “It’s romantic!” “It’s predictable.” “Predictable can be comforting. Not everything needs to reinvent the wheel.”