Romance Art Novels & Stories

The passion blazed brighter as each caress received an answer. Lucas thrust. As he pushed his masculinity forward, Velia responded in kind. Collisions occurred. There was a slight pain, but Velia relished it. Lucas saw it clearly. It was not just the influence of the vodka he had just sipped. Impossible. It was inconceivable that his eyes could deceive him in witnessing this sight. Velia's face appeared flushed and surrendered. She was captivated and carried away, desiring more as Lucas could clearly feel what was happening. Velia underneath moved in harmony with the thrusts she received.

The type for a special meeting, and not for a special kill. I sat on a long bench facing a huge painting on the wall. A tray of cinnamon tea was set beside me. I distracted myself from the woman that would soon be present in this room in a minute by staring into the huge painting on the wall—an oil on canvas piece of art. It illustrated dark romanticism. Blood moonlight and a roaring fire ignite the mouth of a cave. A narrow, rocky bridge stretches across a gorge, illustrating a perilous crossing while light pours from a fiery cave opening on the right. In the background, a soft glow of crimson moonlight contrasts with the fiery light, enhancing the dark apocalyptic atmosphere. On that narro

“Seduce him. Romance him. Make him fall in love with you . . .” How can I do that? I’m done in seducing him, and romancing him, but make him fall in love to me? Is beyond impossible. That’s really next to impossible. He won’t fall in love with me. This is just a marriage for convenience. Both Callum and Dad were benefiting in this marriage, our companies were now . . . merging. And because of Callum agreeing to Daddy’s proposal, he is very happy because he will be able to enter Callum’s company without difficulty. And I wonder what Daddy can do.

the reporter paused as the photo of the man into his late 60s in the background flashes up on the screen. Then one after the other the statues and paintings in the art gallery with the same man standing in front of the painting. Shaking its hand with one of the famous Japanese actors into his late 50s with a smile on their face. The painting that was having flames burning around it and a lady in the middle of it holding a small child into her arms. “The one who made one of the famous paintings of 'the goddess of flame and child', which was loved by all and also criticised”

All that was enough for Joan to refuse his advances now that he wants an actual romance. But Joan could feel it. She was afraid because she could feel it, but it didn't make it disappear. It was akin to the fear she felt at the thought of Asher reading her deleterious article. It was like the rush of excitement she felt that sent her pulse racing when Asher kissed her. And It was a feeling born from more than just a fleeting moment of stimulus. It may have been born since she first set her eyes on Asher.

It was possible he just imagined anything he saw. Just then, it hit him. Wasn't that day the fourteenth of February? That was Valentine's day, wasn't it? Shit, he'd forgotten all about it! Never before had he had to remember such a day, so it didn't even cross his mind once. It wasn't likely that Dillon would be upset over that though. He wasn't typically a romantic, lovey-dovey, needy person, which Tony appreciated. Neither of them needed validation through 'I Love You's and gifts. Instead, they assured and validated each other largely through touch and their physical exchanges. To them, any time they spent together showed their love for one another. Even if they weren't intimate at all, th

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

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.

He still sent her flowers every day, personally waited in line for hours just to buy her favorite gourmet cream puffs, kept track of her every move, and whenever she lingered on something while shopping, it would inevitably appear on her desk the next day, beautifully wrapped as a gift. Between them, though there wasn't a passionate, dramatic romance, the tenderness that flowed through their quiet days together was enough to touch Nina's heart. On the day he confessed his love, Lucas spared no expense and rented the entire theme park. After nightfall, he presented Nina with a fireworks show created just for her. As the dazzling fireworks filled the sky, Nina was moved to tears. Lucas kissed