Renaissance Romance Novels & Stories

- We only can hope that common sense finally reaches our kingdoms. Romeo lays his head on Julius' chest. He was not a fragile flower. He had always been strong and his sexuality had never been the cause of a loss of strength and courage. But now, here, pregnant, in the arms of his love, he wanted to simply be Julius' love. He wasn't submitting to him, but showing how much he loved and was loved. He was still the third-strongest vampire in the kingdom. That wouldn't change, even without the title, but if to be strong he couldn't simply love, fuck strength. Welcome to Volnerability.

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

The trap of youthful romance that made her believe that all promises could come true. Unfortunately, they could not. Fate had many ways to speak. It silenced all desires and hopes in a thousand languages. “Luc.” A haze covered Velia's vision, obscuring the bitter reality she had once tasted. Lucas exchanged it. He replaced the bitterness with something akin to honey. Sweet and addictive. In the form of their lips meeting again. Lucas's dominance took shape. Through his firm touch and enticing darkness. He captured Velia's femininity in submission. More than just helplessness. The fortress Velia had built in seven years seemed useless when faced with Lucas.

The century-old hotel on the brink of bankruptcy reopened with a completely new look under my stewardship and quickly become one of Europe’s hottest new vacation spots. A renowned travel magazine even described my methods as “the Midas’ touch to make miracles out of decay”, giving the hotel its highest rating of the year. The hotel’s success gave me the sense of serenity and satisfaction I had been missing for so long. One afternoon, I was patrolling the hotel as usual when the revolving doors suddenly swung violently. Someone rushed in. “Zoe Dawn!” I looked up and froze. It was Summer, her pregnant belly enormous now. She looked haggard, but her eyes were full of manic hatred. “I knew it, I

Am I settling for him out of comfort, or is there still a real connection? On the other hand, Romain attracts me like never before. He is handsome, exciting, and makes me feel things I haven't felt in a long time. I let myself be swept away by the intensity of these emotions, but I also ask myself: am I pursuing something real with him, or am I just attracted to the new and passionate side of the relationship? Romain is younger, richer, and seems like he can have any woman he desires. So, why would he be interested in me? Is it just a game for him? I’m afraid that in the end, he’ll just drop me, as if I were a mere fling.

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.

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

There were racks of clothes. My father was standing by the window, talking into a phone. He looked at me and pointed to a chair. "Sit. We don't have much time." I sat. A woman with a headset walked over to me. "I'm Abby from the PR team. We need to move fast. The morning news cycle starts in six hours. We need the “Proof of Romance” package ready by then." "Proof of romance?" I asked. My voice felt dry. "Chloe is in the dressing room," Abby said, ignoring my question. "She’s ready. We’re going to do three sets of photos. One casual, one semi formal, and one official.”

Romance. What was the definition of romance? In my understanding, it was a moment or collage of a few flashes that stayed with a person for the rest of their life. Whenever the person they cherished came to their mind, it was those moments that spontaneously knocked on the door of their heart that thrived a wide smile on our faces.

I muttered a thank you to him as he starts up the car. "No need to thank me Samantha, tonight you will be my women and it's only my duty to open doors for you. Treat you like a queen you are." He used the hand that wasn't holding the steering wheel to hold mine and place a kiss on it. I giggled out loud like an high school girl. Who knew my romoe was actually a real life Romeo ,he has being behaving so romantic since yesterday and I am loving this side of him. It new and loving. I wish this night could never end.