Renaissance Romance Novels & Stories

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

No, this cannot be… she knows nothing about these… she should not be aware of this… Romeo had the thought of wanting to jerk away before it was too late, but the floodgates of desire had already been opened. Two kinds of hungers came flooding in – sexual desire and the craving for her pure and untainted blood. And now that both these desires came at him all at once, the power it wielded over him was impossible to resist, more powerful than any other hunger he had experienced ever before. It shook him to his core – this all-consuming need and hunger that he is experiencing. In his mind, he knew it would be a challenge with Roselle. However, the knowledge and reality truly cannot be compared t

It is so disgusting to be her mate, and I badly want to reject her, but as a playboy, it was important to fuck her holes to my taste first before that. The moment I smelled her scent and saw the maid as my mate, I was really angry. I don't want a mate yet, not to mention a poor thing like her. I am still young and need to enjoy my life. The girl I called my girlfriend is just a new catch from this city. She is nothing but another girl to use and dump. The maid who turned out to be my mate was someone I wanted to lure to my bed using the rejection threat, but it seemed not to be working on her.

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

With a sudden, violent motion, she swept it off the nightstand. The glass shattered against the stone floor, the liquid spilling out like wasted light. Dante let out a guttural sound, a mixture of triumph and agony. He crushed his mouth against hers, a kiss that tasted of finality and fire. This was the "Intimate Love Romance" at its most visceral—a communion of the damned. He didn't make love to her; he reclaimed her. He used the "Body Betrayal" as a conduit, forcing her to acknowledge that her choice was permanent.

Code: 0822. 1. Her birthday. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Julian wouldn't have used that code; he usually forgot her birthday until his secretary reminded him. Whoever was running this "Renaissance Trial" knew her better than her own fiancé did. The service elevator was cramped and smelled of industrial cleaner. As it climbed toward the 80th floor, the silence was deafening. Elara’s heart hammered against her ribs—a frantic, rhythmic drumming. What am I doing? she wondered. I’m an architect, not an athlete. I’m a woman who spent the last month worrying about silk thread counts.

ROMANO'S P.O.V. I have met a fair share of women in my life. At the age of thirty-three, I was already weary of them. They all wanted the same thing, love, affection, and all that romantic büllshīt I couldn't give. I've never believed in coincidence or fate, but what happened today seems like such. Calista Vitale. The very surname I've hated my whole life. And worse, she was the bride of Matteo Orsini, the other name I hate as much as Vitale.

The ring in my finger is a symbol, and so is our names on each other's HarmonyMatch app. And so, I decided let things go. I looked at him and said: "Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee," he looked at me, puzzled. "Your Highness. There is no hiding." I took a deep breath. "I'm in love you, too," I said. And there was silence. He just looked at me, face unreadable except for what seemed like shock. "Um…hello?" I asked, waving my hands before his face. "Hey, are you o–" And just like that, I found myself kissing the prince.

"This won't work Liam, our relationship won't work because I don't like you." Liam smiled grimly at Mila's determined tone and shook his head. "You don't have to like me to be my queen, you think the previous king and queen lived together because they loved each other?" Liam snorted. “What you saw was just an illusion, try to think more rationally. Your head is filled with the romantic stories Anna told you. Those stories are very unrealistic."