Older Romance Novels & Stories

"She's out to get me. She faked her death. She faked the whole dramatic exit. She'll show up once I've paid my dues." He clung to that belief. It was all he had. Even if the love he felt was nothing but a side effect of some drug. Even if that love had curdled into something dark. Nora was beside herself, crying next to him. Francis watched her, and after a long pause, a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Natalie loved me. She'd come running back the second she heard I was off the market." Nora, eyes red and swollen, looked up at Francis on bended knee and heard him say softly, "Nora, let's go ahead with the wedding, okay?

Old Master Gray, who was over eighty, had a face deeply etched with the lines of time, giving him a wise and steady appearance. He seemed to be in good spirits. His eyes, though not as bright as in his youth, still held a kind and caring light as he asked, "Are you getting used to life here?" Scarlett nodded. "Yes, I'm getting used to it." It was her father's idea to marry her off to Wayne. Everyone knew that Old Master Gray's favorite grandson was Wayne. Knowing full well that Wayne didn't like her, she thought Old Master Gray, given his affection for Wayne, would refuse the proposal.

I meant every word. Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her chest. She pulled back and slapped me, tears welling up in her eyes. "Don’t do this to me. I’m scared I might fall in love with you. "You’ve been on my mind since I last saw you. But why? Why would I fall for my son’s friend?" Hearing this, I felt my resolve strengthen. I held her tightly. "Is it because of the age difference?" Seeing Claire nod, I pressed, "Does that really matter? If we care about each other, why should age get in the way?"

“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.

He said and threw his tablet at me, expecting me to catch it, but I let it fall. I was somewhat relieved that nothing happened to it. That was until I saw an article on the screen: “Leonardo Lugard’s First Love is on the Variety Show: Is He Here to Win Her Back?” My eyes widened in shock. What am I seeing? I saw that it was released exactly one hour ago but ... “Talk about even. I guess we are now,” Leo said interrupting my thoughts, his voice laced with anger, as he stormed out of the kitchen.