Realistic Romance Novels & Stories

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

And we can look at instances such as - calling yourselves romantic names rather than your real names". I scoffed and almost laughed and Ryan noticed. Romantic names indeed. "Yes - it's one of the spices of a relationship. You shouldn't just go ahead calling each other by your names. You can make use of something like baby, sugar, sweetheart, love, and all that..." "Ma'am" I suddenly cut in and raised my hand. Oh, God! I didn't even realize when I did that. "Yes ma'am Bethel? Do you have something to say?" The counselor asked and I slowly stood up.

He smirked, "It is called accepting reality, you should try it some try." "I believe that love exists. Yes, the romance novels sell it way too beautiful, it becomes far-fetched and the movies heap cliche lines that are supposed to make you cry, it feels exaggerated. But I do believe that somewhere, two lovers' eyes meet and they can plainly see the love in them," She shrugged, "It isn't perfect, convenient but it doesn't have to be. They might have bills and work four jobs but in that briefest second when they hold each other, their body flushed against the other they remember why they were worth it, why they will pick the life they had a million times."

“The one you called cold and intimidating.” The short distance made their breaths caress each other. They exchanged warmth even without significant contact. Only their eyes locked as Lucas revealed his honesty. “As usual, there's always an exception for everything.” *

Nah, he doesn't look more than four. Did Louisa move on immediately he left New York for Australia five years ago? Is she that cold-hearted? it can't be. Although it turned out to be based on deceit, their love was intense and very reciprocal while it lasted. He had never seen anyone love as hard as she did. So, the possibility of her getting into another romantic affair immediately after him is low. Kingsley steps into the back seat of his silver Lamborghini, releasing the top button of his tuxedo for comfort. Hardy closes the door after him and then turns around to put the car in motion.

Romance is an incredibly fragile thing; it relies entirely on the romantic delusion that feelings are chosen, not programmed in a Petri dish by two desperate scientists trying to secure a government grant. "He’s lying, Kai," Anya whispered, her voice dropping an octave as she snapped her head up to look at me, her eyes filled with pure, unadulterated venom. "He’s trying to ruin what we have because he knows he can't control it. He knows he can't replicate it."

I walked to her and looked at her right in her eyes. "You read too many romance novels and watch too many romance movies.. Let me tell you something, Kamerie, everything you watch in romance movies.. they're all fake and there's no such thing as true love and spend your whole life with that person. Be realistic.. Tatiana." I said as I caressed her cheek with the back of my fingers. "You're a fucking asshole!" She hissed as she pushed my hand away. "You'll see.. I will make you regret picking me!" She pointed her index finger at my chest and then turned her body around.

Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.

He hums. I continue speaking. “You know, almost the same thing happens in every romantic movie. Still, it’s just so…perfect. The whole meetcute, love at first sight, enemies to lovers, fake relationships. All those cliche troupes are the best. I just can’t get enough of them.” I continue talking. “Then something silly and inconsequential happens and they have a big fight.” Ronan mumbles.

“Even when I tried to convince myself that pushing you away was the safest path.” Elena’s eyes shimmered with tears she refused to shed yet. “Safety isn’t always love,” she replied. “And I don’t want safe—I want real. With you.” For the first time, Damian’s expression softened entirely. The walls he had so carefully constructed around his heart showed cracks—thin, hesitant, yet undeniable. He reached out, fingers brushing hers, tentative but meaningful. “Real comes with risk,” he murmured. “Are you ready for that?” Elena met his gaze without flinching. “I’ve never been more ready,” she said firmly. “We’ve survived threats, lies, and betrayals. We can survive truth.”