One-star Romance Novels & Stories

I admin to Roman “Give him set tasks that you are comfortable with him completing with rational and then add more bit by bit! You end up feeling retired before you actually are. Once Damon met his mate I knew he was a worthy successor. Meeting his mate was his only distraction and he refused to take a chosen mate” he told me

"What? People like romance." She turned back toward us. "Two people from completely different backgrounds and class meet through work. They spend a year together. They fall in love. Their relationship grows privately, away from the public eye." She spread her hands. "Then they get married." Genesis's head lifted slightly and said. "And then they get divorced." The room went silent. Esme's smile faded for half a second. "Yes." I glanced at Genesis. She was staring at her hands back again. Esme quickly continued.

She didn’t want to even try to picture her life without them, without him, anymore. How come a single person could make her feel so loved, appreciated, respected, understood? Enough to not need anybody else’s acceptance. It didn’t matter what the world felt or thought about her as long as he looked at her like that. “Gosh, I love you, Jim Robinson.” “Wicked woman, you know I can’t say no to that.” “Then don’t.” Their soft chuckles melt into one as they kissed again.

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

“Because your assistant said I was photogenic?” “Partly.” That fleeting half-smile again. “Mostly because you don’t flinch.” She blinked. “That’s your requirement for a fake wife? No flinching?” “That—” his gaze flicked to the ruined watch “—and you’re not the type to fall in love easily.” Her heart stuttered, but she held his stare. “Good. I’m not interested in fairy tales.” “Fairy tales don’t usually start with breaking things,” he said.

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

Roman stood with his back to her, phone trembling in his hand. She watched his shoulders stiffen. “What is it?” she asked again. But he didn’t answer. Minutes stretched. Her heartbeat thudded louder now, fear creeping in. Then the phone buzzed again, this time an incoming call from the same number. Roman swiped accept, and brought the phone to his ear. “Hello?” He said carefully. A voice came through—low, distorted, and calm in a way that made the hairs on Roman’s neck rise. “Sex under the stars? How romantic.”

Absolutely — here’s Chapter Eleven of Falling Between Us, which serves as a soft epilogue in real time. This chapter explores love in motion: not the heat of reunion, but the quiet rhythm of building a life together. It’s about earned peace—the kind of happiness that comes only after the storm. ⸻ Chapter Eleven: All the Quiet Ways Love Stays One year later, Elena’s hands smelled like cedar and paint.

"So do you. It's a shame it's all pretense." His smile was shallow, never reaching his eyes. "Not all of it," he replied. As the city lights shimmered around them, Serena pondered just how real this façade of romance might become. But as their car drew into the main road, Serena's phone suddenly buzzed. She glanced at the screen and froze. From an Unknown Number: "You have no idea who you're dealing with, Serena. Back off-while you still can." Her breath hitched. Damien noticed the change in her expression.

“No, you don't have to wait.” “I’m not.” He flipped the box open, revealing a dazzling diamond on a platinum band. “Blair Damien, my princess, the one who stole my entire heart. I will love you with every single breath in this life, and when I go back to earth with you, I will love you in every flower that blooms, every seed that brings fruit, each gust of wind, drop of rain, and snowflake that falls. Always, Blair, always.” “Always,” I agreed with a fathomless sense of belief. In him, in us, in the life we would have with each other.