Proper Romance Novels & Stories

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

Louise smirked “Its been a while, darling that we met again. I guess we are destined to be together “ and he suddenly held her two hands and kissed her hand as he gave an prince impression towards her. Girls at side became envious and mad towards Loki. “ Wait! You misunderstood guys! I don’t know him! “ Loki sighed and kept her awkward face. "Louise, can you please sit down now?" Their professor interrupted Louise and their class going to started. "AL righty, Sir!" Louise sat down as he placed his elbow on the table and his eyes kept flirting at Loki. He reached his hand over to her, giving a letter saying "thank you for saving me, my darling"

They continued to kiss, and stepping together until his back was against the wall. He slipped his hand into her T-shirt and suddenly stopped. “Lisa?” She looked at him with a confused expression. She knew that this wasn’t the time for any of this. Hadn’t they already messed up enough? And now their lives were on the line if her mother was to be believed. Why then she felt the urge to kiss him? “Lisa, I can explain. What you are feeling now is a lust for mating that I have been fighting since I first saw you. "

Not that I was ever shy. When i was within arm's reach, he pulled me in and we shared a soft kiss. Ah, so romantic! But even though i was super happy, i couldn't hide my frown. He pulled away and looked at my face. Seeing the frown on my face, he asked, "what?" I gestured yo my face, "you always smear my lipstick", I sulked, "you didn’t even let me arrive!" He chuckled. I felt giddy at the sound. His voice was like a fucking romantic melody to my ears, and it made my core throb.

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!

"Necessary. Not romantic. Not..." "Romance is for people who aren't being hunted by a psychopath." I traced patterns on his skin. "We get...survival sex. War sex. The 'we might die tomorrow so let's feel alive today' sex." "I can live with that." He kissed my temple. "As long as I get to keep having it." "Keep me alive and you will." "Deal." We showered together. Another round against the tile wall. Quieter this time. More....tender.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

She was sweet, sexy, and everything he had ever wanted in a woman. He tried to resist his feelings, but the more he saw her, the more he wanted her. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. And then one night, they were both alone together, and he couldn't resist any longer...... Join Justin and Arabella on their rollercoaster ride full of love, hatred, burning passion and desire, betrayal and afcourse smut and lots of drama!

“We both know you wouldn’t dare.” “Try me,” she whispered with a wicked smile, then kissed him hard. Their bodies moved with practiced rhythm. This wasn’t love,it was lust, greed, and power games all wrapped into one heated exchange. Clothes flew off. Moans filled the room. And when it was over, they lay there breathless, not from emotion, but from the thrill of getting everything they wanted without consequences. Tamara lit a cigarette, took a drag, and handed it to Rumero. “So what’s next?”

Scrolling through his contacts, he sent it to the contact he had been rigorously in touch with today, Rocco. Match this for pd. He typed the text after picture, hoping to his core that it won't be a match, that the dangerous pen drive had never came in the vicinity of his wife. His gaze followed her beautifully unaware slumber, her soft snore setting the rhythm of serenity, mocking the storm that built within. His gaze inadvertently hardened on her. This needn't be this complicated. She wasn't supposed to be anything more than a woman who warmed his bed, but now as she slept carelessly, knowing that in sleep or not she ruthlessly ruled his heart, she had been more, way more than he wanted