Opposites Attract Romance Novels Novels & Stories

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The same goes for men, who are the best judges of other men and know them best. On the other hand, men and women often end up fooled by each other. This probably explained why opposites attract while the same repel. “Seb, you’re too much! Since Yerry and I got to know each other, he’s never taken advantage of me in any way. You don’t know him at all, so how could you jump to conclusions like this? He’s not the kind of person you think he is.” Rosalie’s brows were tightly knitted, indicative of the anger she was feeling.

Wrong (Bad Boy Billionaires #3) *BLURB* Henry Cavendish was my ideal man. He's a compassionate lover and definitely husband material. Almost everything about him was right. However, Adam Cavendish was stirring up my hormones. He's an ultimate womanizer, an expert kisser, and heck, he was my boss! So everything about him was wrong. I was suddenly torn between two hot lovers. There shouldn’t be a choice. Sharing is a great sin, but I wanted them both.

“What gives you the right to snoop around and dig up info on my friends and family?” “What friends?” he laughed darkly. “I’m just trying to figure out how someone like you ends up with someone like him.” “And what exactly do you mean by ‘someone like me?'" He grinned wickedly. “A firecracker like you? With a fire extinguisher like him? Opposites don’t attract, April. What you need is passion. Someone that challenges you.” “And you’re the expert on romance?” “As a matter of fact,” he climbed into the front seat, much to my annoyance. “I am not an expert on love but I know it shouldn't feel forced and it most definitely should not feel like a trap."

Shadow raised her head to smell it, her big brown eyes curious, but upon finding it to be nothing other than frustrating ideas, she resettled. It had seemed so easy at first glance. Audrey and Ray had fallen in love once; I knew they could do it again. I had buzzed through my shift, sprinted home, and hopped on the computer for research. Fast forward two hours and I had no results. Everything I found was either too complex or too reminiscent of “The Parent Trap”. I had no idea how to get these two people to fall in love, let alone how to get them in the same room. My balloon of hope and excitement was quickly deflating, reality a slow leak sinking it. My phone chimed, and the noise startled

I whispered while my heart was going crazy, and tingles erupted in my stomach. Damiano gave me a lazy smile in return as he caressed my cheeks. “You were all I could think of. From that day, I swore you would be mine.” He had me smiling shyly. Who could have foreseen that I would be helplessly captivated by this enchanting Devil? We were from two different worlds; one shaped him into a powerful ruthless leader while I was raised in the comfort of a sheltered life. They say opposites attract, and maybe that was why we were captivated by one another.

His fist remained tight. He had tried for months to inch his way in. Nothing worked. Whatever wall Nicolai Moreau built around her heart couldn't be breached. Meanwhile, all Gabriel could do was fall even harder for her. Her intelligence. Her kindness. Her stubbornness. Her passion. Every day had given him another reason to love a woman who belonged completely to someone else. Onstage, Nicolai's hand settled against Nova's waist. She instinctively leaned toward him. Gabriel looked away. “Looks like you could use a drink.”

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

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.

“You’re so soft. So goddamn perfect.” Then Julian was behind me. His hands slid around my waist, mouth at my neck. “I knew you’d look like this under all that professionalism.” I gasped, trapped between them—Dominic’s chest firm against mine, Julian’s heat branding my back. Their touches were different. Dominic was control. Julian was chaos. And together… they were fire. “You can still stop this,” Dominic whispered, though his hands betrayed his words. “I don’t want to,” I said. “Say it,” Julian growled. “Say you want both of us.”