Romance 101 Novels & Stories

There were racks of clothes. My father was standing by the window, talking into a phone. He looked at me and pointed to a chair. "Sit. We don't have much time." I sat. A woman with a headset walked over to me. "I'm Abby from the PR team. We need to move fast. The morning news cycle starts in six hours. We need the “Proof of Romance” package ready by then." "Proof of romance?" I asked. My voice felt dry. "Chloe is in the dressing room," Abby said, ignoring my question. "She’s ready. We’re going to do three sets of photos. One casual, one semi formal, and one official.”

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

His lips brushing against my ear Our hearts beat as one I smile as tears of joy escape my eyes "Roman," I whisper. Love in my voice. "I love you too." Roman's lips meet mine. Soft and gentle. Our kiss sends shivers down my spine. Time stands still. The world fades leaving only us lost in our love. Roman's lips devour mine. Passion explodes between us. Our confession ignites an uncontrollable fire within us. We stumble to the ground together. Hands roaming, clothes shed Skin to skin. Our bodies entwined. Roman's touch sends shivers down my spine.

It hit the internet like wildfire. By dawn, the entire city was buzzing about the headline: "Billionaire Damien Cole in FAKE Romance? Leaked Contract Exposes Staged Relationship." Serena sat frozen in front of her laptop as the article was splashed across every major gossip site. The article came with a photocopy of the original contract, complete with her signature and Damien's. Bullet points were highlighted in red. "Duration: Three months minimum." "Public appearances required." "Emotional intimacy not guaranteed."

I don't, but I didn't give up without fighting you and I'm not going to leave those two parts without at least trying to do the same" "You're as romantic as I am desperate" "My books should have warned you about that" "You got to be kidding! Pornography is not the same as romance" "Depends on how it's written. It's not all moaning, unbridled sex, and exclamations of "oh my god!" ... Something has to lead to love" "So you're reading epic romances instead of porn huh?" I raise a skeptical eyebrow at him. "You didn't seem to have any objection when I was making you fall in love"

She smriked. "What I don't know all this." He jaw dropped. "Then let me teach you, idiot." Rose starts unbuttoning his shirt making him shy. "Hey what are you doing?" "Romance." She sounds hot Paul quickly jerk her hand and get a feet away from her. "Rose are you insane don't do all this i am very shy" He flushed She laughs and hugs him immediately. "I love you idiot." He smiles and hugs her back "I love you more." "Don't just say i love you rather learn how to romance". She screamed making fun.

In all honesty, Rhianne has zero knowledge when it comes to dating and romance. All the things she knows in this field all came from the romance books and stories online she read before. All those books gave her a small idea about the concept as well as the process of dating between two people. Still, it is not enough for her to truly understand it emotionally.

“Fine. Say I agree to this ridiculous charade. It’s temporary. We make that clear.” A faint smile tugged at his mouth. “Define temporary.” “Until the press loses interest.” “That could be months.” “Then months.” His gaze lingered on her like he was memorizing the fire in her eyes. “Very well. Temporary.” She exhaled, just a little. “And rules.” “Rules?” “Yes.” She stepped closer, jabbing a finger at his chest. “Rule one: no actual romance. This is optics, not reality.” His mouth curved into something dangerously close to amusement. “You think I’d have to remind myself not to kiss you?”

[FAST FORWARD] @353 E BONNEVILLE BUILDING "Ugh. Come on, honey. Let me go. I need to prepare dinner. You're starving, aren't you?" The woman asked Gerald while she was feeling the young man's kisses on her neck. She liked it and wanted it more. "I'm hungry for you, honey," Gerald whispered between his kisses on the woman's neck until his kisses fell on the woman's chest.

She didn’t like the way her thoughts were going, but they wouldn’t stop. Let’s face it, it’s got all the classic ingredients of a holiday fling. Exotic setting, two adults who fancy each other, and opportunity. And what happens to holiday romances once you get on the plane ? The knock at the door sounded like bombs dropping. ‘Who is it?’ ‘Guy.’ She walked on eggshells to the door. He was all fresh, showered and smelling of shaving things. He wore a white polo shirt that made him look like an advertisement for suntan lotion.