Romanc Novels & Stories

Joan said with a smile. "we're friends now Joan, I'm honored to have you." "Thank you, Mrs. Dumas, for inviting us. We brought wine," Asher said handing her a bottle of 2012 Domaine de la Romanee-Conti "Ah! you brought the good stuff, you're not a cheapskate then. We might well become friends, and please call me Kathy. Come on the party's right this way." Kathy leads the couple into the front hall, then towards the front room, where they heard excited chatter coming from the room.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

He thought that the woman is just pretending to be innocent and cute to get his attention, but it turns out that she really is clueless about the party. “Do you want me to explain it to you?” Darrem asked the obvious question. Serene nodded. “Yes, please.” Darrem smiled a bit, his dimples showing, but the light was a bit dim now so it was hard to see. He really liked the way she say please to him. “The whole Casa Roma used a card door lock system. That ticket that cost 2000 bucks has two access, one on the party, and another to the hotel room. You need to swipe the ticket on the card reader to register your ticket and to open doors. Casa Roma is not really a hotel but a semi-motel, because t

He was wearing a tan leather coat and a pair of burgundy oxford shoes that stood out along with a classic hat. “It has been a while since we met in person, Stefan.” The man politely greeted him as he removed his hat to show his balding hair. “Signore Monterri, it has been a while, indeed.” He politely greeted him. The two man exchanged handshake and each of them took their seat. There were only few men in this world capable of making Stefan act with the utmost respect and this man was one of those few. He was Roberto Monterri. The man known as the Miracle Maker. However, the miracles were nothing spiritual. He was more of a godfather than anything.

The pretense of the lady was packed away with the lavender gown. For the first day, they rode in near silence, eating up the miles on the well-maintained post road that led east from the capital. The land was gentle, rolling, quilted with fields and orderly villages. By afternoon on the second day, the land began to shrug. The hills grew steeper, the farms more sparse, the forests thicker and darker. The air grew sharper, tasting of pine and wet stone. Makil dropped back to ride beside her as the road narrowed into a rocky pass between two shoulders of granite. “We’re crossing into the Marcher Lands,” he said, his voice low. “The King’s peace is thinner here.”

My father and his plots made sure of it. “Charlotte?” I must’ve zoned out as Francisco is standing in front of me with a look of confusion. “Who is this?” I ask abruptly. My annoyance was evident. “His name is Roman, Mon Cher. He has something to share with you.” “I’m not interested.” I say as I turn to walk away. I’m stopped in my tracks as I hear my unwanted guest speak. “You don’t want to know how I crushed that woman’s hand?” I turn quickly to see a smile appear on his face.

COPYRIGHT 2020 A SHODIMU SOPHIA, DREAM_WRITER11 NOVEL. FRENCH ROSE. Written from Christina King’s point of view. Three. I could hear her footsteps getting louder as that second passed. It was a little slower than I expected considering she yelled my name thrice already. It was a struggle to pretend I was still asleep. I didn't know why but it just wasn't my thing. I would try my best and still get caught at the end of the day.

“But what is it you keep calling them? The mark of—what now?” “The mark of L’Amante,” Mydera enunciated slowly for Nicolette’s benefit. “Or sometimes Elaina L’Amante.” Nicolette shook her head. “I’ve never heard them referred to as such. Is Elaina L’Amante—” “The first queen to get one,” Mydera explained. “Yes.” She cocked her head curiously to the side. “You’ve not heard the tale either, then, hmm?” Eyes brightening at the prospect of a tale, Nicolette shook her head. “No, I haven’t.”

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."