Raunchiest Romance Novels & Stories

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

he said. "Just shut up Ryan!" "My only regret is I didn't get to kiss those rosy lips like I planned" he said. "I said shut up!" I yelled. "Have you ever touched her skin, it feels so soft and delicate and....." "Ryan!" I yelled as I dropped my towels and punched him and he fell on the bed. "Come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed how sexy our little Jasmine is" he said amidst laughter and I punched him again.

"How was it? Is it correct that your blind-date partner is not up to your taste?" She nodded. "Is there anyone that you unexpectedly encountered who made your heart jump excitedly?" She nodded again. How could it jump excitedly? It nearly jumped to death! "Wow! Just as I had said, it is so accurate. Then, it was also raining. Are there any more romantic happenings?" Arya turned her head around and with her long hair still dripping water, she quietly said. "Sophie, ah...... This chance encounter if it is good, it is called romance but if it is bad, it is called a nightmare."

Garaine frowned upon realizing that they forgot about dinner and both the friends kept playing with the kids. "Yeah." Lucia shrugged her shoulders, getting up. "Why didn't Mr Min and Mary help him?!" Garaine inquired, staring at her friend. "You dumbhead! They are on a date." Lucia put her hands on her hips, looking so done with her innocent friend. "Didn't you see how sweet they act when they are around each other? Aish! I hope those two will get married." "Date?" Garaine blinked her eyes multiple times, unable to digest the fact that both of the employees of the orphanage were dating each other. Standing up slowly, she looked at her friend. "Are they in love with each other?"

"The champagne was Dom Pérignon 2008 – your father has exquisite taste. We toasted to you, Tessa. We toasted to the friend who made our perfect night possible." The laughter starts then. Not from Maya and Derek who maintain their expressions of loving concern and devastating gratitude, but from the crowd. Soft at first, just a few snickers from people who are beginning to understand the magnificent tragedy unfolding before them, then growing bolder and more vicious as reality sinks in. "She funded their entire relationship," someone whispers, loud enough for everyone to hear. "She's been paying for her own heartbreak," another voice adds with delicious cruelty. "Oh my God, that's the most pa

“None of his ex partners hold a candle to me.” “Maybe it’s not just about looks. Maybe it’s about personality as well.” He swung his gaze to me. “Are you saying my personality sucks?” I shrugged. “Sometimes, you can be a bit… arrogant. Like now. Saying his ex partners don’t hold a candle to you? Seriously?” His eyebrows furrowed. “Why? It’s the truth, isn’t it? Why should I lie and degrade myself just to seem humble?” “Or you could just not say anything at all,” I pointed out. “Maybe Alexander isn’t into the arrogant type.”

Roman pushed through the heavy velvet curtain into the private room that was assigned to him, his pulse already hammering from the club's thumping bass. The air was thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and money. His coworker had sworn this place delivered exactly what his wife refused to give him anymore. The raw, no-limits release and passion he no longer got in his marriage. His wife Elara had lost passion for sex and he had forgotten what he felt like to get fucked without the use of his hands.. The moment his eyes landed on Alison, every frustration from the office and the cold, sexless bed at home sharpened into pure, animal need.

"This wench got plastic surgery to look like me and snuck into my boyfriend's villa, trying to get into his bed. I caught her in the act. We have to teach her a lesson! She even made a mess of the villa, painting all these flowers. Perhaps she was hoping my man would praise her art. But she'll be the one paying for the cleaning! Don't you know my man hates sunflowers? He even got angry once when I wore a sunflower hairpin. And you? You filled the whole yard with them!" Hearing this, the lackeys got excited, like they were on some kind of adrenaline rush, and started tearing the sunflowers apart. I went crazy, struggling to stop them. "No! Don't touch my flowers!" Darcy kicked me back to the

“Miss Young, we don’t know each other at all and there’s nothing much we can talk about. Please move out of my way. I’m on the way to the supermarket.” Rachel was surprised. According to the information she gathered, Ariel did not come from a rich or powerful background and was only a small-time director in the broadcast station. How dare this nobody talk back to her?! Seeing as the woman was about to turn around, Rachel stepped forward once more. “I’m Matthew’s fiancée!” Ariel smiled coldly. “Why should I care? Get out of my way, please. I’m a busy person.” Rachel could not bear being disrespected. “Miss Grande, I heard that you’re living in my fiancée’s villa?”

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on