Recent Romantic Novels & Stories

Today is the day their little relationship ends and Roman comes back to the perfect person for him. Me.

Lifting up my mood. The last few weeks have been the most beautiful period of my life. Rafe suddenly transformed into a cute and romantic husband. I got to meet the totally new Rafe. We shifted to our New York apartment and have been doing everything couples-in-love do when they move-in together; for instance cooking dinners, going out and cuddling to sleep at night and kissing...umm a lot of kissing. He whispers sweet words to me during late nights. He's so warm, so soft at heart. His caring words take me to a different world.

“Fine.” “Then, I promise not to have sex with you again,” he said. Inwardly, he knew that was a lie. Diane was like an addictive drug that took over his senses and cloud all sense of reasoning. “My turn,” he said, shaking his head to shrug off his thoughts. “What are your best genres of movies?” “Romance.” “Really?” “Yeah. I mean, my romantic life is non-existent. So, why not enjoy another person’s own.”

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

I say, judging this likely to be well-received by my audience and close enough to the truth that it's hardly even a stretch. "Oh, isn't that just precious," she says, clasping her hands and giving me a wide smile. "Sometimes I worry so much about young people these days, with their tweets and their Tinders and their online dating. Makes me wonder if romance is dead. But then I hear a story like yours and I realize there's still hope after all." I've been discreetly watching the approaching orderly ever since he emerged from

I do not understand what you mean. - What are we? What is our relationship? -We are good friends. - Just friends? - Why the sudden question? "I just ... I don't want to get excited and fall in love without you feeling the same as me." "We get along, Amy, we have become very fond of each other and have become great friends."

kenzie said as I stared at her "oh gimme a break, love at first sight seriously?" I said "yeah it's romantic" kenzie added "ew, gross" I blute out cause the word disgust me "you see quincy here is a no love life type so she doesn't understands love" Gianna said to kenzie as she hand quotes the no love life type word. "Awwwn that bad" kenzie said in a sad tone "okay enough of this love talk am starving" she said as her stomach rumbled loudly making us laugh.

" What am I going to do now? should I apologise or what?" " Yes you should and make it romantic" Mr DiCaprio "Michael does the gym offer still open?"

"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.

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.