One Way Romance Novels & Stories

Kathy wanted to process the information and find a clever comeback. “A romantic? I don’t have a problem with romance. The problem I have is when it meets up with reality. ‘The-one-who-got-away’ usually has a reason for leaving their partner. It’s not something that changes, and it’ll be a problem again, eventually.” Kathy didn’t look at Parker while she spoke. She avoided looking at his handsome face, realizing he was referring to their problems, not Ivy’s.

Realizing that she was seducing him, Cassidy could only stand there like a fool. “Unfortunately, something like this is really expensive. I could only afford one,” Sophie added in a flirtatious, spoiled tone. Her hand rested on his arm, while he couldn’t take his eyes off his stunning wife in such revealing attire. “Do… do you want to buy more? This… this looks good,” Cassidy said, still visibly nervous. Sophie pouted, then stepped closer and rested her head briefly on his shoulder before lifting it again. “But if I want to buy more, I don’t have the money.” Sophie batted her eyelashes at him while lightly biting her lower lip to enhance her charm. Her innocence seemed to hypnotize him.

The mating ritual was just some hours away, and the thing he fear the most are about to approach him, with this he has to look for ways to solve everything. " I can only have one lover and it has to be her, my Queen, the one to rule the world while beside me. But, it's one-sided love, she has no affection for me ", Damian said while still in his mind. Rosalina heard everything. She understood that the one her brother likes doesn't like her back, the feelings aren't mutual and are one-sided only.

“You should start driving your own car from now on, you are really irritating.” “Yay, dearest Romeo,” he says mischievously, with sparking eyes. My cousin is really irritating and childish! I stop responding to him and turn the music volume really high until I don’t hear his voice. Mmh, can I be her Romeo? That body of hers would be divine. Scratch that, that’s a tragic story, I don’t even know why it is regarded as romantic. Two lovers committing suicide is nothing close to being romantic. I am certain that ours would be worse than that. It would definitely end with two murders instead of suicides. That does not stop me from imagining her being all mine though.

Ronan lets go of my hand and goes to set up the screen. “I didn’t know you were a hopeless romantic.” He says softly. “Oh, I am,” I reply as I take my seat on the only long couch in the room. Every other seat in here is an individual chairs and that’s not the way I want to see this movie. “I love romance. I love everything about it.” I continue. “The yearning! Everything.” I say. He hums.

Otherwise, we’ll get caught. But he has plans now. “What type of plans?” “I am going to sweep you away, wife.” ** The beginning of a romance is like the first note of a symphony, a promise of adventures to come and emotions to be explored. It's a magical moment when two souls cross paths in a universe full of possibilities. At that instant, time seems to stretch, and the world around fades away, leaving space only for the protagonists of this story about to be written.

Did I mention he was a romantic? There are two chairs opposite each other, platters covered and candles, whose flames are dancing. There's also a bouquet of flowers on one side, red roses to be exact and wine chilling in a bucket. Beside the table, there is a blanket on the sand with another one that's folded on top. The sun is already setting so we're practically alone. I turn to him feeling overwhelmed. This feels like too much. Too intimate. It's as if he's looking for more than a holiday fling and I don't know if I can give him that. ***************************************************

I teased. “Nah...it isn't that. My feeling for him was real but he went over to break them into million pieces by cheating on me with my employee,” she said and I felt sorry for her, knowing the feeling of seeing the one who you love leave you so suddenly. “You don't have to be sorry for me. I just lost my luck of finally getting to settle with one guy but it seems the time bomb finally blew.” After sympathizing with one another, we watched a series of romance movies, while stuffing our faces with junk.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

I will not let myself fall into that trap. I like Romeo. I do. But not in the same way. Romeo is sweet and kind, someone I can laugh with and talk to for hours. But he is not Jaydon. He does not make my heart race or my thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind. With Romeo, I can think clearly. With Jaydon, everything feels like a storm I cannot control.