Political Romance Novels & Stories

Their fragrance drifted up as he stopped before her, his gaze tender. “No contracts,” he said softly. “No pressure. Just me. And this love I have for you.” She stared at him, lips parting. A whisper. “Say it again, please.” He didn’t blink. “I love you.” Her eyes glistened. “I love you too.” He leaned forward, and under the moonlight, with the quiet city lights behind them, they kissed—deeply, meaningfully, like a vow spoken without words. A few moments later, Duke Anderson stepped onto the balcony. His presence was calm, proud. He smiled at them, extending a hand to Dominic.

“On my card. Without telling me.” Her smile vanished instantly. “Do you even care about this marriage?” he continued. “Or are you just in it for the spoils?” The plate slipped from her hands. Tacos scattered across the floor. The sound echoed too loudly in the room. Charity froze. Then her eyes filled with fire. “So that’s what you think of me?” she snapped. “That I’m some gold digger?” Leon stood, stress radiating off him. “You didn’t even ask me.”

"So do you. It's a shame it's all pretense." His smile was shallow, never reaching his eyes. "Not all of it," he replied. As the city lights shimmered around them, Serena pondered just how real this façade of romance might become. But as their car drew into the main road, Serena's phone suddenly buzzed. She glanced at the screen and froze. From an Unknown Number: "You have no idea who you're dealing with, Serena. Back off-while you still can." Her breath hitched. Damien noticed the change in her expression.

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

I said. "I thought we were friends. I thought that even if the romance wasn't real, the friendship was. But you were working for him." "I’m sorry," she sobbed. "Liam, I am so, so sorry." "Was any of it real?" I asked. "Did you ever actually care, or were you just waiting for the next check?"

“I’m a discerning viewer who expects more than fill-in-the-blank characters and a predictable plot.” “Oh, please.” Daisy kicked her feet up onto the coffee table. “Exploding buildings and car chases aren’t predictable?” “You’re assuming I like action movies.” “You don’t?” “Oh, I do.” He set his empty glass down. “But you shouldn’t assume.” “But I was right.” “Whatever.” He glanced back at the TV. “Bottom line—rom-coms are wildly unrealistic. It’s always the same thing. Two people hate each other, argue nonstop, then suddenly—boom—true love.”

The ring in my finger is a symbol, and so is our names on each other's HarmonyMatch app. And so, I decided let things go. I looked at him and said: "Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee," he looked at me, puzzled. "Your Highness. There is no hiding." I took a deep breath. "I'm in love you, too," I said. And there was silence. He just looked at me, face unreadable except for what seemed like shock. "Um…hello?" I asked, waving my hands before his face. "Hey, are you o–" And just like that, I found myself kissing the prince.

It was so thick a blunt knife could cut through it. She moved her hands away, and moved it to the other plate. The movie began. “Of course it's some ridiculous romance story,” Luca said at the very first scene. She chuckled but didn't say anything afterwards. “In what world is any man refusing a ten million dollar offer from an older woman just to fuck her? This is the problem with romance stories. They're not realistic.” “You sound like one of those overly logical professors dissecting a movie,” Mia chuckled as she munched her delicious chicken.

My stomach cramps, and I wince. The titles line up on the screen. Sinfully His—an age-gap, dad’s-best-friend romance, where she gets revenge on her cheating husband and also bag’s her dad’s older hot friend. The next is some werewolf thing about mates and rejection and shit I don’t understand. Marco’s choices already have me giggling. He did this on purpose. And then another catches me: The Mafia’s Pet. Enemies to lovers. Erotica. A laugh slips out. Too pointed. Too close to home.

Even Sophie and her date are no longer paying attention to the movie. Rose’s POV “So how was Paul?” I asked Sophie after the movie. She couldn’t wait to gush over him, “he’s soooo romantic, did you know he writes romance novels? He’s just fantastic, I can really feel the chemistry between us. Besides, I may never find my mate so Paul is definitely good boyfriend material.” I thought over what she said. It’s hard to believe how lucky I was to find multiple mates. The gods have something planned, I can just feel it.