Romance 99 Novels & Stories

I gave a soft, bitter laugh and slowly slipped our documents back into my pocket. “This makes ninety-nine.” “What?” “This is the ninety-ninth time we’ve tried to get our marriage registered.” I turned toward the subway entrance. “And the ninety-ninth time you’ve left me hanging because of him.” I heard her heels stop on the pavement, then suddenly start running after me. “The first time, you bailed on our trip because he was on the night shift and scared of the dark. You took a red-eye flight just to be with him. “The second time, we were practically at the door of the courthouse. You heard he fainted from overwork and left me standing in the snow alone for an entire day.”

“Let me come over.” Dom paused, his body hovering above mine, his cock still fully embedded, pulsing within me. His voice, deep and resonant, boomed into the phone. “Val, my cock is for Rinda only.” A wave of possessiveness washed over me. He said that. He said that! A warmth spread through my chest... The feeling of being cherished, claimed... He lowered his head, capturing my mouth in a brutal, hungry kiss. His tongue, thick and powerful, slipped past my lips, tasting of me, of him, of our shared lust. It tangled with mine, a deep, intimate dance, sucking at my tongue hungrily.

“In your eyes, I was never truly your fiancée. I was your secretary, your nanny, and your emotional punching bag. Whenever you needed me, you called for me. Whenever you didn’t, you pushed me away. “You could hold another woman in your arms and feed her drinks at parties while completely ignoring me with a fever. You could cancel our wedding because Gianna said her stomach hurt once, yet you could never remember the promises you made to me. “You don’t remember the times I blocked bullets for you, took the blame for you, or endured humiliation for you. The only things you remember are that I was controlling, overly sensitive, and unreasonable. “Eight years together, and you canceled our weddi

My nipples ached against his chest. The repairman’s voice crackled again through the speaker: “Fifteen minutes, sir. Hang in there.” Adam’s grip on me tightened. His cock twitched against me, now fully hard and enormous. I whimpered softly into his shirt, thighs pressing together, terrified and unbearably turned on at the same time. His hand finally slid down and cupped my ass, squeezing once, hard. Fifteen minutes suddenly felt like forever. Adam’s hand stayed on my ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh through my skirt. I could feel every inch of his thick, hard cock pressed against my belly. It throbbed with his heartbeat. My pussy was dripping, soaking through my panties, my thighs sl

"Don't be silly. Back then, I proposed to you 99 times before you agreed to marry me. If we're going to divorce, we'll wait until we reach the 99th agreement. Otherwise, I'd be taking too big a loss." I froze. I stared at the man in front of me as if he were some kind of monster. Five years ago, when Gary proposed to me, I had just been accepted into an overseas study program. To make me stay, he proposed 99 times. On the 100th time, I finally gave in. His persistence moved me so much that I gave up the opportunity I had worked so hard for. I stayed and became the woman everyone envied in Starborough. Until the moment he said he would be "taking a loss," I had believed those proposals were p

he said slowly, “then bought me this.” “Yes.” “And you expect me to accept that.” “Yes.” Roman stared at her like she was a myth the universe never intended to explain. “Elena,” he finally whispered, “do you enjoy giving me heart attacks?” She stepped closer, tilting her head. “Only on weekdays.” Roman’s lips twitched. Dangerously. A breath that wanted to become a laugh but refused to surrender. He leaned in, voice low. “You do realize we are going to have a conversation about that missing ninety seven million.”

"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.

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

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.

"Jessica, this is the first time I've done something so embarrassing. Remember this. If you want a unique proposal, I'll give you one that's distinctive. This is the complete account of our journey from acquaintance to love over the past eight years. There were laughs, tears, sweetness, and sadness. But now, the storm has passed, leaving us with a happy ending." "Since I met you, my whole life has found redemption. You are the sunshine and warmth of my life. I sincerely hope that in the days to come, we can live together, with you by my side when I'm tired and sharing my joy with you. A man should at least give a red rose to his beloved woman in his lifetime to move her - a red rose symboliz