Old Romance Novels & Stories

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

Suddenly, I didn't feel like beating the crap out of him; I wanted to slice him into three-inch pieces and feed him to zoo animals. Klaus: What about you? Who was your best? Rhyland: I don't know if I've ever had a best. All my hookups were of the same level of adequacy. Klaus: And they say romance is dead. Rhyland: It is, though, Cosmos. Think about it. Everything that represents love-flowers, hearts, swans, doves-dies at some point.

Her pout faded into a smile as she leaned into his embrace. “Then tell me,” she asked teasingly, “when did you finally realize you liked me?” Xavier gazed out at the sunset over the ocean, his voice low and steady. “The moment I saw you lying in that cryogenic chamber. I realized that without you, the world felt empty. Just a hollow, endless place.” Starla lifted her head, cupping his face in her hands. As the last light of the setting sun bathed them in gold, they kissed—deep, lingering, filled with all the love they had waited so long for.

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.]

My eyes flew open and I tried to sit up, suddenly aware that something warm and solid was hovering over me. “What time is it now?” I asked quickly, pushing my palms against the couch to lift myself up. But before I could move any further, his hand pressed lightly against my shoulder and guided me back down. “Vince—” The rest of my words disappeared the moment his lips touched mine. For a brief second my mind went completely blank. The kiss wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t careless either. Instead, it was slow and deliberate, as if he had been holding himself back for far too long and had finally decided he was done pretending.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

ROMANO'S P.O.V. I have met a fair share of women in my life. At the age of thirty-three, I was already weary of them. They all wanted the same thing, love, affection, and all that romantic büllshīt I couldn't give. I've never believed in coincidence or fate, but what happened today seems like such. Calista Vitale. The very surname I've hated my whole life. And worse, she was the bride of Matteo Orsini, the other name I hate as much as Vitale.

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

Now, it just made her angry with the constraints of her life, her circumstance. Lily crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to hold herself together. “If it ends tragically, it’s not a romance. It’s a love story, and a poor excuse for one at that.” She glanced toward the ocean again. The blue of the water was quickly fading to johnson as night approached. “When we were in the caves, you asked me if I wanted romance, and I didn’t answer.” She leaned in toward him, and he drew her into his arms, pressing her into him in a way that was both wicked and sinful but also belied a new gentleness in his touch. “The answer is yes,” she said. “I do want romance, true romance, and I don’t want us

He breathed heavily as he stared at the rotten bouquet of roses inside an expensive vase placed beside his bedtable. He closed his eyes and remembered her face. A smile made its way on his lips as he kept recalling her face in his mind. Her long hair, her hazel orbs...her presence...everything but his smile disappeared shortly when he recalled her blank orbs which used to sparkle once. She didn't smile like she used to. Her presence didn't enlighten the atmosphere anymore. She was surrounded by darkness. She wasn't the Leah he knew. But she was still his Leah... His Camelia.... And this time he won't let her run away anywhere. This time he will make her his...completely... Forever.