One Way Romance Novels & Stories

‘Tonight I can give you anything you want. ‘Anything?’ Lovely checked. ‘Oh, yes.’ And if he was offering perfection, then she would take it. ‘I want to see Rome at night—with you.’ ‘It’s not dark yet.’ He could suggest a guided tour of his body—a very luxurious one, of course—but then he looked into her china-blue eyes. ‘I want some romance with my one-night stand.’ ‘But I don’t do romance.’ ‘Try it,’ Lovely said. She didn’t want some bauble in the morning and so she named her price. ‘For one night.’

Willow Five Years Later What exactly is romance? Is it like a movie moment where he runs to the airport after realising she was the one he loved after all? Or is it her finding his letters that her mother had hidden after all this time? It could be either of those, but for me, it’s a cupcake presented to you on your birthday morning, a simple ‘good morning, beautiful’ text or the ever-popular ‘let me know when you get home’ sentence.

Was this what he meant by Navier being moody today? “Let’s get to the basics first, so I’ll have an easier way to explain things to you. You need me to save your home, and I need you to teach me about romance. Well, technically not teach me as is, but, rather, experience romance with me… if that is a thing. A thing or not, this is still my only condition.” Before she could say anything, he placed a finger up to stop her. “My first love is complaining that I don’t know anything about romance, or what I know about romance is not exactly how she views it. Say I am not very experienced with what romance she wants, and I trust that you can help me.”

I muttered a thank you to him as he starts up the car. "No need to thank me Samantha, tonight you will be my women and it's only my duty to open doors for you. Treat you like a queen you are." He used the hand that wasn't holding the steering wheel to hold mine and place a kiss on it. I giggled out loud like an high school girl. Who knew my romoe was actually a real life Romeo ,he has being behaving so romantic since yesterday and I am loving this side of him. It new and loving. I wish this night could never end.

“This cold-blooded and blind man, I’ll punch him every time I see him. Until no one would be able to recognize him.” The corner of Christina’s lips lifted into a grin. “You talk like you’re a one-woman man!” “I’m a fickle lover because I haven’t met the one I love. If I meet her, I’ll definitely be the world's most loyal man to her!”

I loved it, very romantic indeed. I'm lying in bed, enjoying a late night viewing of a silly romantic comedy called The Way She Goes as I sip on a glass of pinot noir, enjoying a block of milk coconut rough. Showered and makeup free in a baggy white t-shirt and cotton shorts, I'm ready to hit the hay soon after a pleasant evening to myself. As a scene comes on where the lead girl is confronted by the lead guy for going on a date with his best friend and I'm getting in the movie, my door pounds loudly.

Oh wait, one did indirectly when Rohan sent him packing from Shikoba’s apartment when they started dating. “Is the car too much? I didn’t want any distractions. Which included having to focus on driving instead of my lovely companion.” Byron asked and placed his hand over mine. “Maybe a little. I just… I’m not…” I sighed. “Used to being romanced? That’s fine. I’m happy to be the man who shows you your dreams and fantasies, and all the romance you pour into your books can be real.” He whispered as he pressed a kiss just below my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

The woman slammed the door close and left broken-hearted. Yeah, he makes out a lot but there are no romantic feelings involved. No exchanging names, numbers, just fuck. And there is no afters, after one hit. It's his rule for every. ‘No afters’. Well, he's the boss of himself. He will do whatever he wants.

"You two seriously got some kind of psychic bond or something? Kayden, how'd you know that wasn't Hailey?" She glanced at Kayden lounging on the couch, drink swirling in his glass. He didn't even look up. "Just a feeling." Serena rolled her eyes. "Ugh, I ask one thing and get hit with a full-on rom-com moment. Can y'all chill with the couple energy for like five seconds?"

I stared into his eyes, seeing my own pitiful reflection. "I...need the medicine." "No, that's not it." He shook his head. "Try again. Who do you need?" The pain was swallowing me whole. I clutched at his wrist, my nails digging in. "Please...the medicine..." "Say you need me." "I need you!" I screamed. "I need you, Francis! Give me the medicine! Please!" He wore a grin of triumph as he tipped two white pills into my hand and watched me swallow them. Then he kissed me, hard, his tongue tangling with mine, not stopping even when the pills went down. My clothes did not stand a chance; they were torn away in seconds.