Political Romance Novels & Stories

It forced him to be late to join Velia in bed. Lucas walked slowly, not wanting to make any sound that could disturb her sleep. You look tired. Lucas took his place on the side of the bed. He gazed at Velia's peaceful face and stroked her hair. Tired? That one word managed to bring a faint smile to Lucas's face. He remembered the romance in his office earlier that day. How enjoyable it was. How passionate. It would surely be one of the love affairs Lucas would enjoy. And perhaps Velia felt the same way.

“There’s nothing I love more than spoiling you.” Vittoria felt her cheeks warm, and in response, she rested her head on his shoulder, intertwining her fingers with his. The movie started, but it quickly became mere background to their shared affection: soft kisses, gentle touches, and quiet giggles whenever Vincenzo made a quip about a dull scene. “How do you even like this stuff?” Vincenzo grumbled, almost rolling his eyes at a cheesy romantic scene. “The same way you guys love those blood-and-bullets flicks,” Vittoria shot back, amused, drawing a spontaneous laugh from Vincenzo.

Alex talked endlessly about becoming a famous writer someday. Evelyn told him she just wanted a peaceful life. “You deserve more than peaceful,” he told her once. Sometimes he rested his head on her lap while she read out loud from his favorite novels. Sometimes he looked at her so intensely that it made her nervous. “You know your problem?” Alex said one evening. Evelyn raised an eyebrow. “What?” “You fall in love too easily.” She laughed. “That’s not a problem.” Alex didn’t laugh back. “It can be.” But Evelyn didn’t understand what he meant.

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.

Mia bit her lower lip hard and swallowed the remaining words If she was to be watching this movie alone, or with Marisa, then she wouldn’t have had any problem with it. But with Aaron… Marisa wasn’t lying when she said it’s a romantic movie. Not just romantic, but quiet erotic too Two people were busily engaged in love making. Kissing and doing all sort of things Mia clutched onto the foam tightly and did everything possible not to meet Aaron’s eyes even by mistake till that scene vanish from the Tv.

Titus moved the phone camera back to his face and stared at Carol’s red face. “Carol, you must really be Helen of Troy. How else would I end up dancing on the palm of your hand?” Carol rolled her eyes at him. “If I’m Helen of Troy, who are you?” “The one who got my whole country into war for you, Paris.” He was making it sound like she was trouble. “Then get yourself another lover. You don’t want me getting you killed, do you?”

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

Mark. He grinned as he made himself comfortable next to me, his hand casually placed on my shoulder. "I could have never guess you write forbidden romance," he admitted hoarsely. "Let alone forbidden...erotica." "Why? You think love alone completes a romance story?" I folded my arms over my chest. He shrugged. "Isn't the essence of romance all about love?" I shook my head. "Love makes people dumb. I think I'II just stick to sex over love in romance, it's less complicated."

Jeff caresses the soft straight hair of the blonde Lucrecia, while they make eyes at each other, the romance on the surface, but it is more a pure romance, respectable, as much as he would like to go further with her, he could not at this moment, Jeff decides that everything will be step by step.

This was as good an apology as she would ever get it… She knew it was his way of telling her that he knew she deserved a better setting for her first time, but that she couldn’t expect him to be a romantic partner. “As memorable as it could be,” she nodded at him, a lazy blissful smile stretching her lips. She had half a mind to tell him it had been everything she had hoped for and more, but she couldn’t. This was Roman freaking Bianchi. He was a mafia boss, and he didn’t do romance as far as she knew. Before long, they left the dimly lit bar, with Rose limping a little bit, her soreness both tingling with pleasure and slightly painful at the same time.