One Piece: Romance Mga Nobela at Kwento

She then looked at him leaned in for kiss it felt like it lasted long but it was just for a few seconds “Do you like it” he asked looking at her as she blushed then he dragged her and kissed her again Dating Mateo felt like living inside a painting. He took her to hidden cafés. To quiet beaches outside the city. To late-night music performances. Sometimes he would sketch her while she talked. “Stop moving,” he said once. “I’m not moving.” “You’re breathing too loudly.” She laughed. “You’re impossible.” “And yet you like me.” He couldn’t deny that.

The sky above them was painted, and the facades were all fake, but the love she felt for him was real. The gondola driver serenaded them, and when they got to a bridge, he told them they were supposed to kiss as they went under it. Ella had no problem keeping that tradition, but she did have a problem stopping the kiss once they were on the other side. Rome grinned at her. “I love you so much,” he whispered. “I love you, too. More than anything.” At the end of the boat ride, Rome climbed out and offered his hand, pulling her up to him. He kissed her again, and then asked, “Ready to go get a gown?”

…heart… bleeding… ○|￣|_ Young master... Can I... get a hug too? 〒▽〒

Romance novels are the best medicine for the soul. I never knew I could be in my version of romance. But, this time, it's not a character in a book; it's me having a relationship with another person. Jeremy breaks from our kiss and leads me to the car. The drive back is filled with handholding and Jeremy kissing the back of my hand several times. We don't say much to each other. Instead, we giggle and brush each other's hands together accidentally.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

─❈─ AURELIA ─❈─ My pulse went wild with jittery anticipation as Romano slammed his mouth over mine, possessing me. His smell so different from Rafaele, invading me. Pain in the middle of my thighs forgotten, replaced with a weird sensation, I allowed myself to melt into him. The darkness and all making everything even more mad and forbidden. “Blondie…” he growled in that voice that shockingly sounded like Rafaele and he bit down on my bottom lip, sucking hard and humming deep in his chest as he slowly pushed me down back unto the cold mattress that doesn’t feel so cold anymore.

Together. As passion continued to envelop us, I lost myself in the intimacy of our gestures. Romain watched me, as if he were engraving every detail of my face in his mind. In his eyes, I found the promise of an eternal love, the kind of love that never dies, even in the face of life's storms. We continued to explore this world we had created, our hands intertwined, tracing our dreams through every whisper, every kiss, and every tender gesture. It was a dance between two souls, two hearts beating in unison, a vibrant echo of shared passion.

I laughed, “Romance is officially dead.” He smiled at me and then raised his brows, “Yeah, isn’t it? For instance, I’ll try not to let it ding my ego too much that my going down on you just drove you to tears. Just let me, like super-fast, if you don’t mind? I promise not to be super-fast too often but this time, I think I just need to...” he pushed his fist forward in the air. I laughed harder. He was being so playful. His eyes were filled with light. He looked totally adorable. He was beautiful. Before I knew what I was doing I’d reached to put my palm on his cheek. He needed a shave.

Roman's presence was a constant source of comfort and joy, his deep voice soothing to my soul. Between bites, Roman reached across the table and gently caressed my hand. His touch sent a surge of electricity through me, reminding me of the passion we shared beyond the confines of this meal. Our gazes locked, and for a moment, the world around us faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of us in this cocoon of love.

Discuss what somewhere else? Grace voiced out more irritated than confused. "Grace" Dante put his hand out in an attempt to stop her from talking. "Hey, I'm Rome. Your potential mate" Rome said using a hand to brush back his perfect hair back as he extended another hand towards her. Wow, was he tall. Grace took it anyway with a contended smile on her face. She didn't quite know what was going on. But she could definitely get used to this. "Will you get your hands off of her--"