Romance 99 Novels & Stories

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How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

"When school is over for the day, I will stand at the school gate again, so that she will say goodbye, to which I will wave. This was how it was for the both of us for one good year. The next year, I will be graduating from high school but I told myself I must win her heart, so I started putting flowers in her locker. The first day I put nine red roses but I happened to hear from her that her preference is white, so since then, it became nine white roses with a note. I never send her ten roses and I never send her one hundred roses, that is because, I believed it will only be an even number with me around and since I know that won't be possible soon, I always send her a note, handwritten by

It was the perfect place for a romantic vacation. As they arrived at the resort, Arabella was amazed by the beauty of the place. Justin had booked a luxurious villa with a private pool and a stunning view of the ocean. The villa was decorated with flowers and candles, creating a cozy and romantic atmosphere. Arabella couldn't believe how thoughtful Justin was. They spent the first day exploring the island, walking along the beach, and enjoying the sunshine. As they walked, they talked about their lives, their dreams, and their hopes for the future. They laughed and joked, enjoying each other's company.

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

I still remember how loving we were the first year we were together, but everything changed when her childhood crush returned from overseas. She kept her distance from me for no reason and would constantly test my love for her. Rina even said that I had to pass 99 tests of true love before I could marry her. The last time I had to go through one of her tests, she told me to attend a welcome party for Eugene in the middle of the night, but when I got to the door, a full bucket of flour was poured all over me. Eugene was holding the bucket of flour while saying in a pitiful manner, "I poured the flour on you, Micah. You aren't mad at me, are you? I just wanted to make this a fun party for ever

I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.” He smiled, brushing a kiss along my temple, my lips, my forehead. “Oui. Toujours.” Yes. Always. The sun climbed higher, spilling more warmth across the room, painting his skin in gold, painting me in light, painting our shared intimacy in a glow that neither of us wanted to end. I woke up fully hours later, still pressed against him, his arms wrapped around me like he could never let go. Our breathing had slowed, our hearts had settled, but the memory of the night lingered—soft, intimate, unforgettable.

I lunged forward, throwing my body over hers. Boom! The shockwave from the blast sent me flying. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed. The doctor told me I'd taken serious damage to my back, but Vittoria had walked away with minor scrapes. "Alessio, I always knew you still cared about me." Vittoria sat at the edge of my bed, her eyes red. "Fortunately, my injuries aren't too bad. Once you've recovered, let's get engaged. I'll stay by your side for the rest of my life, even if you end up crippled—"

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.