Realistic Romance Novels & Stories

“Real? Baby, nothing here is real except the money and the way these men stare. You want real? You came to the wrong place.” Roman’s gaze never left my body. “You’re good at that.” “At what?” I dropped into a split right in front of him. “Making it look like you don’t give a fuck while you own every man in the room.” I crawled closer until my face was inches from his. “Because I don’t give a fuck. I’m not here for you to save me or fall in love with me. I’m here to make you hard and take your cash. That simple.”

however, seems like I said it aloud because he replied " no I am not superman because it hurts but not more than the happiness I felt by carrying you in my hold " " Ewww.. don't talk like some horny teenager. it's literally a typical movie or some shitty so-called romantic serial dialogue.. eww " I said. Yuck, I hate all such romantic romantic dramas because none of them happens in real life. Real-life romance is different from those. which they show in TV shows. " Whatever, it's not like you even appreciate my efforts " he mumbled but I heard him. " Oh really. what have you done except forcing me " I said in my broken voice but dare to drip my words in sarcasm with tears flow down from my e

Damian’s eyes dropped—just once—before they returned to her face. “I don’t want to be broken anymore,” she said, stepping into his space. “But I don’t want to pretend I’m whole either.” His hand came up to cup her face. “Then let’s be ruined together.” She laughed softly, the sound bitter and beautiful all at once. “That’s not romantic, you know.” “It’s honest,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over her lower lip. “And when this is over… when we’ve uncovered everything—what he did, what’s real, what isn’t—you’ll see that none of this… none of us was ever just programming.”

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

I comfort her. " But he is handsome, very handsome." She adds " Yes that true but that is not what is important, he is a bad boy that's all." I said taking the plats to the parlor, hoping she made up her mind. Falling in love? I chuckle realizing the mess she send out. Love isn't interesting for me I have other thing to do.... Hope you love it...

Her lips went to my ear as she whispered ever so softly. “You know how to be romantic.” She set her head on my shoulder. We continued to dance, too lost in the music to halt. Time passed as our feet moved in the steps of the foxtrot. She brought her head up and sleepily opened her eyes. She leaned in and planted her lip on mine. I wrapped my arms around her neck in return and held her tight as the kiss continued. it was the applauding sound that brought us back to reality as everyone cheered guess we were too busy in our own world to notice that the music had stopped but good thing no one was paying attention to us and we both giggled "I need to go grab some juice" she said and left.

Jen approached madly to Loki while he gripped her arms as tightly and said. "Why do you come here just without my permission? Didn’t I told you never come to my birthday,?. “ and he added “ Let me be honest with you. The truth is... I never love you at the beginning. I just used you to replace her but let's end this. I don't want you anymore. I like women who have strong body, sweet, good -looking, a woman who can beautifully dressed and well-shaped body. While you are just dumb, simple girl, weak, quiet, and worthless. You're really shameful as my girlfriend. It's over now. Our relationship is just a joke."

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

I feel so lonely. His sad look and hard words touched Maria's heart. I can hug you if you want. She kneels down to him, wraps him in a warm embrace, not at all gratuitous, both two were carried away by their passions, and ended up giving each other a long and intense kiss, apparently of hormonal reconciliation, the passion seemed to take them to another level. But she cuts the romantic course, arguing that she will not forget everything she saw, and lived. She tries to leave, he takes her arm and asks who she is, she tells him her full name and again reminds him that she saved his life, he thanks her but reiterates who you really are, she replies; - Don't you see, I am your Karma and you are