Roman Novel Novels & Stories

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.

I placed a reassuring hand over hers, prompting her to stare at me, "Don't worry about it. This is the last time that he'd try something like this. He won't dare to touch a woman anymore, and nobody would be willing to accept him when he's retired from working." Yesterday, after fucking me senseless against the bedroom wall and while we were both high on post orgasmic bliss, Roman had told me everything; ranging from how he made Cornelius sign an oath stating that he had retired from that moment henceforth, and that he'd face gruesome consequences if he dared assault another woman again to the fact that he had made him move to a small island in Brazil. At my statement, she let out a shocked

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

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.”

” He asked but she kept quiet ” What’s the genre of the novel you’re reading?? ” He asked ” Michael don’t you think you should continue reading?? ” Lisa asked and faced him Michael smiled with the way her small lips parted while talking and suddenly got mad when he remember Rowan actually kissed her ,,,,what the hell?? ” Michael?? ” Lisa called making him come back to reality ” What’s the genre ” He asked ” I just said it’s romance,,but you were lost in thought, what are you thinking?? ” she asked

Its title is Persephone’s Pomegranate, a novel it based the game on. I rarely read romance novels. When I looked at the synopsis, the plot seemed promising.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

"Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?" "We're always arguing," I answered. "However, this seems different," Nora said, her eyes filled with concern. "He's been in such a foul mood. He even trashed his study yesterday." The thought of Francis breaking stuff was hard to picture. He was scary when mad, sure, but he usually kept his cool and did not wreck things. "Why?" I asked, taken aback. Nora hesitated, then whispered, "It's because of Mr. Collins." Bernard Collins: heir to a rival family, Francis' supposed friend, but the man was really his competitor.

Raven “I watched you slaughter your own flesh and blood out of greed and pure evil.” Roman says. “Even wild animals protect their young, yet you butchered your own family without a shred of remorse.” Roman’s voice remains eerily calm, but every word lands like a blade. “It took nothing short of divine intervention for me to get out of that house alive with her. From that night on, everything I did, every lie I told, every smile I forced, every step I took toward you, had only one purpose.”