Proper Romance Novels & Stories

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

he asked. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say to you.” “Ouch,” he said, mock-clutching his chest. “And here I thought we were bonding.” The corner of my mouth tugged before I could stop it. “Stealing my fries isn’t bonding.” “Depends how you look at it,” he murmured, eyes on the road. “Some people would call it intimacy.” My pulse stuttered. I looked away quickly, forcing my gaze out the window again.

“Okay.” They held hands as they walked home. She plastered herself on his waist, her arms around him, as they settled on the bed. Oddly, they decided on an adventure movie instead. Romantic movies weren’t their thing. More oddly still, as he caressed her arm, she could feel her increasing desire. She tried to keep it in check. When the movie ended, she waited with heavy breaths as Renzo shut the computer down. “I could feel you; you know.” Renzo told her as she climbed up his body.

Daniel said in his apologetic tone. Ara smiled at what his boyfriend said. "I know, I understand everything," she replied bowing then kissed him on the lips. "Thank you for understanding, sweetheart. You don't know how happy I am to be with you now. You will be staying here in this room for a while, after our wedding you'll move to my room," the young man said quickly. Ara's face turned red. "Oh, why is your face blushing?" he asked in amusement after noticing the intense redness of her face.

he asked. "... I always believe that romances are about rogue men who abuse their mate but love them nevertheless." "Please stop reading books like that. It ruins the reputation of a humble man like me." Now he's looking at me with no signs of coldness, picks my hand from his forehead, and kisses my knuckles. "I love you even without the mate bond. I cannot... I just can't... do what you specified." I smiled inevitably and I think it made me look angelic.

Archer asks Chloe, looking at me almost as if he did something wrong. “Not at all,” Chloe says with no hesitation. “I think it’s important to remove the stigma around reading romance. We as humans like sex. We like having it, watching it, and reading about it. As long as something is in the realm of being appropriate, if it gets you in the mood, go for it.” The waiter brings us our drinks and Chloe takes a sip of wine before going on. “And it’s no secret watching p**n or reading about people having sex can get you in that mood.” She turns to me again, gaze intimate. “Writing about it does too.”

Kalix's growls of pleasure and Audrey's moans of delight echo in the room, a testament to the depth of their shared passion. As they gaze into each other's eyes, their connection deepens, their love blossoming in the midst of their shared ecstasy. The unspoken language of their shared gaze conveys a deep understanding and a mutual longing that transcends words, binding them together in a moment of pure intimacy and connection. In this moment, they are lost in each other, their love shining bright and true as they revel in the beauty of their shared romance.

She apologized. “You did nothing wrong, and tonight was perfect… I won’t bring this up again. I promise.” Bryan’s statement brought a genuine smile to Amy’s face. “I love you, Bryan.” She whispered against his lips. “I love you more.” He pulled her in, claiming her mouth. He could feel the light tickle of her breath beneath his nose. His arms tightened around her waist to feel her closer. Amy moaned into the kiss from his action, her lips slightly parting, allowing his tongue to slip inside.

THE CHARACTERS ARE MORALLY QUESTIONABLE AND SHOULD NOT BE ROMANTICIZED IN REAL LIFE. ____

I stared at him gently and yet softly. “I owe you big time,” I said subtly. He looked at me while asking me why. “It’s because you make me feel fucking good, just like a woman should!” “Give me more of your goddamn pussy, boo!” he requested while I spread my legs wider. And wider! And wider! And wider! Just until my pussy dripped of water and I couldn’t take it any longer. Romance never had to be about sex; it was just about two souls, two hemispheres, who would come together to be one.