Renaissance Romance Novels & Stories

Why did you get so drunk? Romance him... How could I romance a man as rough and hard as you? Can I handle it? Can I really do it? I don't even know anything about that thing. How can I do it properly? “I guess, I will need to make some research about that.”

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

Lucas kissed her then and whispered lovingly in her ear, "I promise, my love for you will always be as brilliant as these fireworks." But fireworks don't stay brilliant forever. They vanish in an instant. Nina smiled bitterly to herself, thinking that perhaps from the very beginning, her love story with Lucas had already been written with its ending. As brilliant as fireworks, and just as fleeting. Lucas didn't return all night. When Nina saw him again the next morning, he was still impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, handsome and elegant. But Nina immediately noticed he was wearing a different suit. Last night's "encounter" must have been too intense, and yesterday's suit was probably to

he said flatly. “I—He—It’s complicated.” “No,” Aurelio said, stepping even closer. “Slate is complicated. You… are very simple to read.” My face flushed. “Then what am I thinking?” “That you want me to touch you.” He leaned down, his lips almost brushing my jaw. “And that terrifies you more than it should.” My breathing stuttered. “Then why aren’t you?” I whispered. He pulled back, looking at me like I was something rare, delicate, breakable.

She had never touched anyone like this before, with such all-consuming hunger that it seemed to swallow every other thought she might have had. She had only just begun to explore her own body and the unfamiliar bloom of pleasure before her life had been cut short, and everything about this felt new to her, overwhelming and intoxicating at once. These sensations rushing through the form she inhabited now were different from anything she had known while she was alive, sharper in some ways and more fragile in others, as though desire itself were the thread holding her together.

They were married for five years yet Michael had no idea that Christina knew how to play the piano! Ballade pour Adeline was a song that was enjoyed by a great number of people through different times. There was a beautiful legend in Greek mythology. A long time ago, there was a lonely king named Pygmalion in the Kingdom of Cyprus. He created a sculpture of a charming young lady and admired her allure every day and inevitably fell in love with the sculpture eventually. He prayed to the gods for a miracle of love. His sincerity and perseverance moved the god of love Aphrodite thus giving life to the sculpture. Since then, the lucky king and the elegant young lady lived happily ever after.

I could use something boring to make me sleepy. Not that romance novels were generally boring—I just didn’t think any kind of fictional love could live up to what my parents felt for each other. The bar was set far too high. Great. Now I was thinking about them again. I guess it didn’t matter as long as I wasn’t blowing up at the mention of their relationship. I still believed love made them weak, though. That was no exaggeration. How else would a man as smart as Romanos Giannelli lower his guard down enough for his enemies to know exactly where he would be? If only they didn’t have that vow-renewal ceremony.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode twelve🌹🌹 .. .. 💕Lady Katherine’s POV 💕 .. .. Rain poured heavily as thunder stroke the clouds. Lightening came like brimstone’s,as the thunder roared. I made my way quickly and secretly to Lord ceaser chamber, making sure my hooded cloak did the job of hiding meIt’s been a while since we spent time together and sent words to me, seeking my presence in his chamber.

" In the backseat, Stacy listened in on all this in sullen silence. Apparently, Joseph was the sort of guy who made countless romantic gestures for the girl he liked, and never missed even the tiniest details. In the rearview mirror, she could see that his ears had gone red. Charlotte was bringing up stories from ages ago… did he still feel so strongly about those moments, even now? But then again, this was his first love, innocent and pure. They arrived at a pub, and Stacy found herself a hiding place in the corner. Meanwhile, Joseph took a seat beside Charlotte, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. He shrugged off his jacket and handed it to her, so she could use it as a