Recent Romantic Novels & Stories

"It's not funny. Imagine your husband hanging your genitals on the wall for the whole world to see?" "I think it's romantic." "Romantic is when he flies you to Paris. Romantic is when he books the whole restaurant for your first date. Romantic is when he plans a picnic on a sunny Saturday. Romantic is when he cooks your favorite food." She says. "Romantic is not that hideous painting. If that is what you young people call romantic, then romance is dead." Caleb Hunt comes flying down the stairs, wearing simple jeans and a blue sweater. "Honey, I can hear you."

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

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.

His hoodie was wrinkled, his blond hair still messy from sleep, but somehow he still looked annoyingly expensive. Cassandra slid a tablet across the table toward us. “Congratulations,” she said smoothly. “Your relationship engagement numbers are outperforming every projection we had.” I frowned at the screen. “Engagement numbers?” “Seven hundred thousand views overnight,” she continued. “Three trending hashtags. Two sports media outlets already calling this the redemption romance of the year.” “It’s been less than twenty-four hours,” I muttered. “Exactly,” Cassandra replied. “Which means the public is emotionally invested already.”

“About two hundred times. I think my phone’s algorithm thinks I’m obsessed with your manhwa.” “You’re welcome,” she said smugly. “You know, you should ride that wave. Dark romance is hot right now. Especially the…what do you call it? Enemies-but-not-really, lovers-but-maybe-murder-each-other genre. It’s your thing.” “Yeah, because my life is exactly that: tragic flirting with a side of death threats,” I muttered.

No, too close to what they were already running. “Ex-Lover Speaks Out” Too desperate. Too reactive. I tapped the marker against my palm. Think. What trends faster than scandal? Romance. I snatched my phone and called Andrea Myles—editor at StarChaser Weekly. She answered with a groggy voice. “It’s past midnight, Caleb.” “And yet your site’s still posting garbage. How about I give you something premium?” “Talk.” “Public figure. Big name. Private romance, soon-to-be engagement. You heard it here first.”

Soft music was playing in the background, and the scent of lemongrass clung to the air so much that I instantly felt relaxed. Ariana slipped onto the massage table next to mine with a sigh, and she said, "God, I needed this. My whole body's sore from shooting that stupid jogging scene twelve times yesterday." I looked over at her and asked, "What jogging scene?" “It’s a new romcom I’m working on,” she said. “It’s called ‘He's the One’, and I know it’s a stupid title but the check cleared so I'm not complaining." “Sounds interesting,” I said, laughing. “What’s it about?”

With a romantic tone in my response, I typed, "I had a great time too, Kevin. I'd love to go out with you again." As I hit send, a sense of anticipation and excitement welled up within me. The prospect of spending more time with Kevin, of exploring the possibility of a deeper connection, filled me with hope and warmth. It was a chance to step into the unknown, to let romance enter my life and perhaps, just perhaps, find the love and companionship I had been yearning for.

Even now. Arrick hands are under my dress in seconds, both of us way too turned on and impatient for sex after weeks without and it doesn’t take long for me to get his pants undone. If we had this idea of a romantic first night, then it’s straight out the window for a quick screw in a garden while one of us is crazily drunk. I don’t even care. I am beyond horny for him. Who said romance is dead? Arrick pushes me hard against the wall and I tense myself waiting for him to take it from foreplay to more, but instead he stops and pulls back breathlessly.

“I know you want to have dinner tomorrow. But I am craving you tonight.” I turned around to face Talon. His aftershave was my favorite. I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Come dance with me.” He grabbed my hand before he took me to the patio again. He turned all my lights out and turned the Bluetooth on. That song “Neon Moon” was playing. Such a sad song, but I found it romantic. He wrapped his arm around to my back, took my hand, and we swayed to the song. I rested my head on his chest. “I need to check on Mika.” I said. “Carter laid him down before he left. He’s asleep and okay.” He pushed me out giving me a turn, before quickly pulling me back in where his lips connected with mine. I mi