Old Romance Novels & Stories

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

Lucian asked, his fingers caressing her cheek gently in contrast to his intense stare at her. "I... I am just curious," Aurelia mumbled a response. "Fine. I will satisfy your curiosity once and for all, Principessa." He looked deeply into her eyes that seemed to be urging him to tell her the truth about how much he loved her. "I, Lucian Romano, have never ever fallen in love..." His gaze dropped to her lips as he could no longer stand looking into her eyes. "And I will never fall in love, so those who love themselves and don't want their hearts broken ensure they don't love me."

Just a feathery touch. "Never had I ever known that the colour of your blushing cheeks would make my heart flutter. The blond and brown locks of yours would pull at the strings of my heart. Just your beautiful smile would make me rock hard. I never even realised when I fucking became weak on my knees for you, Eleanor." His silver eyes shone with such passion of love that the wind itself blushed. Stars giggled. Moon smiled and the clouds danced. "You became the Queen of the damned kingdom of my heart. I promise to protect you with my life. My sweet, innocent Eleanor. I'll keep you mine forever." He rasped.

Olivia: It's Valentine's Day Ash: Oh yeah, didn't notice Olivia: Mob boss Ash, have you ever spent Valentine's Day with someone? Ash: Can't say I have. I don't do romance Olivia: I can change my name to Romance so you can learn how to do romance Olivia thinks she must have some sort of anomaly in her genetics to think of jokingly flirting with a mob boss is a good idea. Should she blame it on her genes r her unknown parents, she never knew off... Ash: That kind of romance I can do fairly well Olivia: I’m Olivia: Did you just imply you can sex someone well?

odd. “What kind of movie do you like?” he asks, setting it down. “Anything,” I answer. “Romance? I’m sure.” “Yes.” “Typical.” I raise a brow. “Is there anything wrong with romance?” “Yes. It gives women a twisted idea of what life should be. Happily ever after, perfect guy, perfect life, blah, blah, blah.” “You’re just bitter,” I say flatly. “I’m not bitter.” He smirks. “I’m the devil.”

“I agree she is still attractive but she is way older to you. I don’t understand your point.” “I married her because I wanted to settle and she was one of the sensible girls I met in a while. Also as you say she is still attractive.” “Of course…. How romantic!” Oliver could read the sarcasm in her tone. He smirked. “A little correction, I was not someone for romance. It’s always about sex and only sex, nothing else. I’ve fucked a dozen of women before your mother but none of them were enough to bear me.” “Now what? Have you changed for my mother?” The words escaped her lips unconsciously. She didn’t know what she exactly expected to hear. Maybe she wished to hear her name.

There are times when people cannot comfort others, only nature can soothe the wounds of the heart. He took off his vest and put it on her thin shoulders. The late sunlight shines on two figures, one tall, and one short, dyeing a classic golden-brown color on the riverbank scene, creating an extremely romantic picture. She proactively held his hand, feeling the warmth from the man's soft hand. He was so delicate, so understanding, that she was both grateful and heartbroken. “Is work going well today?” “Good. Who is your husband? Add the multi-talented assistant Emma.”

he rasped. Lucia observed him for a moment. The Romanos weren't just gods in the business world but also when it came to romance. In the blink of an eye, she found herself yearning for him in his arms, foolishly and shamelessly. "I don't think getting to know you is a wise thing, Mr. Romano," she spoke against her own thoughts. Fool! She scolded herself. You want him. Just tell him. In that moment, Lucia silently prayed for Andrea to persist, promising herself that she would surrender completely.

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

Amelia broke the heavy silence. “That’s an offensive word, Ms. Croft. The chemistry between Roman and me is natural. We I seated on the backseat of the seven-seater car. “I said what everyone felt in the party, Dr. Miller because Roman Storm’s romantic life is quite a talk among the folks.” She said. I could sense a smirk on her face while Dominic sat with no expression on his face. “Roman is the man who stood by my side when I needed someone. He’s my angel. And about falling in love, well it happened over time before we both realized.” I tried to lie smoothly and hoped she bought my story.