Quotes From Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Willow Five Years Later What exactly is romance? Is it like a movie moment where he runs to the airport after realising she was the one he loved after all? Or is it her finding his letters that her mother had hidden after all this time? It could be either of those, but for me, it’s a cupcake presented to you on your birthday morning, a simple ‘good morning, beautiful’ text or the ever-popular ‘let me know when you get home’ sentence.

‘He took me on a date even though he was busy with work ‘ She thought inwardly. ‘That’s so sweet of him ‘ Cammy said under her breath as she flushed red remembering how he had blown on her wound. She still felt his warmth on her face. She touched her face subconsciously and sighed. She loves him too much . Quote for this chapter; ‘’I am romantically clumsy. My heart, though full and in the right place, trips over its huge metaphorical feet when confronted by Love.’’

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

"If that's what you need to do, then I'm here with you." Together, we gathered the romance novels, piling them up in the center of the room. The weight of their pages felt heavy in my hands, a physical representation of the weight they had placed on my heart. I struck a match, watching as the flame danced to life, its glow illuminating the truth I had been avoiding. As the fire consumed the books, I felt a sense of liberation wash over me. The crackling flames devoured the tales of love and passion, leaving behind only ashes and smoke. It was a symbolic release, a declaration of my independence from the false narratives that had held me captive.

“You always read something serious.” “Fine,” I admitted. “Romance.” He raised an eyebrow. “Figures.” “Oh please,” I said. “You love romance.” “I love watching you react to it,” he replied. I kicked his foot lightly under the table. “Behave.” He leaned in. “No promises.” After coffee, we wandered through the bookstore. He picked up random titles, reading the back dramatically. “‘A tragic tale of lost love,’” he read aloud. “Absolutely not.” “Why?”

"I'm making the lucky guess that there was nothing else on your mind all through the night, besides this moment." "You guessed right," she said, wondering if he was stalling or if he had made her that promise just as an avenue to get to know her better. She had read a lot about such lovers in the romance novels that had been in her father's study. It would be simply unfortunate if he was as desperate and obsessive as the ones she had read about. "I kept thinking about your bold and audacious words when you said, ‘I will make you strong and formidable’." Roth ran his hand through his long hair. "Good thing I was in your thoughts at least."

Carlacia smiled at me, "Course it is, everyone loves a good ol' romance." "I just want it to be perfect you know" I sighed and Carlacia sat down next to me, "I want everything to be perfect, the characters, the romance, everything Carla." Carlacia smiled at me, "Yeah I know and it will be, you just got to find something inspirational and luckily for us, we in New York baby!" She squealed and I grinned at that. "Lots of places to see to get some inspiration for your book and don't let me get started on the boyysss" Carlacia said in a singsong voice.

"Explain. Now." "There's nothing to explain." "The first one looked like he'd kill for you. This one looks like he'd die for you. And you're standing here looking like you don't know which one you want. That's not nothing. That's the plot of every romance novel I've ever read." I stared at her. "You read romance novels?"

Hazel’s eyes are wide with determination. “Uh-huh… Didn’t realize love was achieved using a math formula.” I scoff. Wouldn’t falling in love be better than putting on a performance? All the romance novels I have read always made love sound so unpredictable. I mean, I wouldn’t mind finding a mate, but I am not allowed to. So, I live vicariously through my hot, sexy fictional characters. What I wouldn’t give to lick melted marshmallow off one of those Alphas on the cover of my erotic romance novels. I growl in my head… He would have bulging muscles, perfect flowing long hair, and a thick slounge, everything moving in slow motion when he walks… YUMMY! Come to mama!

"Richard Bach." I nodded. "You taught me that quote the night I kissed you for the first time." He continued, his fingers weaving through loose hair around my face. "And I held on to that every day since." "Dean." I said softly. "Boy, was Richard right." His tone matched mine, but he did it with a small chuckle. "And how wrong were you when you said that about us." I pulled Dean closer to me so our lips could meet and immediately I felt his soft lips against mine, I let out a sound that made it clear that I had been waiting to do that all day.