Romanc Novels & Stories

His eyes sparkled with a mix of tenderness and admiration. “I am grateful for you, Jonathan.” I confessed, my voice carrying my love and appreciation. Jonathan’s gaze never wavered from mine, his voice resonating with deep sincerity. “And I am grateful for you, my Angel. You’ve brought light and purpose into my immortal existence.“ Our words hung in the air, intertwining with the rustle of leaves and the gentle sway of the swing. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow across the landscape, Jonathan leaned in and captured my lips in a tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, conveying our deepest emotions and the unbreakable bond we shared.

She was pretty, but she kept bowing her head, as if she's trying so hard to disappear into the shadows. Meanwhile, the man wore a general's uniform with dozens of medals pinned on it. Judging by his arrogant stance and condescending tone, he did not earn those medals. I smiled tightly. "Ah, pardon my manners. I'm Duke Anton Fontaine of Michestershire. I thought you would have known me, but clearly you didn't take the time to memorize the faces of your soon-to-be family?" He tsked, but held his hand out to me and looked like I should be grateful to be in his presence.

Djena Night wrapped the world in a gentle silence, the darkness broken only by the peaceful glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. Lying in Romain’s bed, I felt safe, a deep sense of calm washing over me. I let myself drift beneath the veil of sleep, lulled by the softness of the sheets and the warmth of Romain’s body beside mine. Suddenly, I sensed a subtle stirring. A gentle hand slowly caressed my cheek, and I awakened in that delicate space between dream and reality. Romain’s features took shape in the shadows, his intense gaze fixed on me. He was smiling, a glimmer of desire lighting up his eyes.

said Regina who looked in the window outside the vampire looking for prey. Night it's full of origin and fear. Unexpectedly Romansa picked roses in every corner of Francista's room. Romansa was very sure that Francista was Yorin, the prince's lover. Francista was confused should he be honest. He then went to the room to reason to want to rest. "Where are you Yondaime? Where? I miss the old you "murmured Francista.

"I haven't seen the woman's face yet but Dad mentioned her name, Nicole Rivera." "Ohh, her name is ugly. I'm the one telling you that you two are not suitable for each other." I shook my head. "Of course, we're going to be good, but gosh, I don't want a princess. I want a prince, like duh!" "Besides, you are not suitable either, the man I want for you is handsome, kind, respectful, with a sense of humor! But the more important thing is, you must like the man. Then I will never allow you to marry a man you don't love!" He added.