One Way Romance Novels & Stories

I was vaguely aware of cameras flashing, of my father still talking to Beatrice, of people watching, but all I could focus on was Aurelio's mouth against my skin and the want in his eyes and the complete impossibility of this situation. Then he moved closer, angling like he was going for the same cheek kisses I'd just exchanged with Beatrice, except he didn't go for my cheeks. His lips touched mine instead. Soft. Deliberate. Once. Twice. Right there in front of everyone, In front of the cameras, in front of his wife, in front of my father. The world must have stopped.

"I think you may have misspoke, considering you don't even know my name!" Saxon said passionately, "That's not important. What matters is that I have fallen in love with you at first sight. Feel my heart, it beats for you! Can you feel it?" People often said that French and Italian men were romantic examples, but if romance could also be equated with corniness, Jessica would rather not have this kind of romance that made her cringe. As she looked into the distance... she watched in horror as goosebumps rose on her arms... Sir, please don't ruin my pure and beautiful longing for Italian hunks over the years, okay?

I say, frowning a little. “01 Kind men are ugly. 02 Handsome men are not nice. 03 Handsome and kind men are married. 04 The handsome, kind, and single are poor. 05 Handsome, kind, single, and rich people are not interested in you. 06 The handsome, kind, single, rich, and interested people are interested in you only because of the hookup. 07 Those who are handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, and faithful, are homosexuals. 08 The handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, faithful, who do not lose interest if you are the ones who make the first step. Those men must have a problem!

I yelled back and resumed my walk before I suddenly found my legs in a twisted twig and that sent me flying In a flash, he was quick enough to catch me to my surprise while I breathed heavily on his arms. “You should really let me take care of this. Learn to trust and lean on people” he whispered in my ears and helped me settle on my feet before taking my hand slowly and brought me back to where Oneiros was. “You both are making my eyes hurt with your hopeless romantic scenes” Oneiros coughed out and they were both shocked at her statement “What do you mean by romantic? How is this romantic?” I slammed but she only winced her nose “It’s actually concerning how you don’t know what romance is”

He had always been busy for the past year. I dressed carefully, opting for a simple white dress reminiscent of the one I wore when we first met. We walked hand in hand as we went window shopping and even had a nice, romantic dinner. We drank wine and clinked glasses. It was amazing. We ended the night at an outdoor cinema. It seemed romantic at first until I realized the screen was playing something far more risqué than I expected. Around us, other cars began to sway in time with the heated scenes on the screen, their entanglement vaguely visible through the windows as muffled sounds of passion filled the air.

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.

Not when I'm so sore in all the right places. I smile. My current situation has me filled with nostalgia, identifying the parallels between this very moment and the morning of my very first one-night stand with Marco. Where somehow, by fate, or mischievous methods of the universe, our paths have crossed in such a silly way. Only for now to be awaking from our night in bed together that has been done not strictly out of lust, but through true romantic desire and love. He loves me.

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

He knocked twice before walking into the office. *** The First One was staring at the prettiest one in the group and trying to look interested in the others but it was difficult resisting her charm. The First One made a joke and they all laughed. She was beautiful, gorgeous and perfect. The First One finished addressing the group and left them. He headed for the parking lot. Today had been quite an exhausting day. Just like the others, he was dedicating a lot of time towards knowing her. He already knew her turn-on, turn-off, taste, daily routines and even her bedtime.

“Two years ago. But I have never used it. It is my first time coming here after the renovation.” “It's really beautiful. Perfect for spending quality time here” she said with a smile but realise what she had said. The smile fell, and when she looked at Carson there was a smirk on his face. She blushed, embarrassed for not thinking properly. “I mean for couples in love. I did not mean anything about us, okay?” she added hastily. “As you say.”