Novel & Cerita Romance Books Everyone Should Read

Amazing, what is a better way to distract yourself than reading some dark romance books filled with smut. I got in the library and instantly felt a bit calm. Grabbing my favourite four books I got seated in a cosy comfortable corner, and started reading. An hour later I closed the fourth book in my hands as I groaned frustratingly. For god sake what's wrong with me? I couldn't even read a single book completely. I tried to read them for fifteen minutes and then put them aside while picking up another book. All of these books are my fucking comfort favourite books that I have re-read for so many times. The books whose MMC are my, to heart, book boyfriends.

"That sounds thrilling, Dex. I can imagine the breathtaking views." Phoenix grins. "As for me, I absolutely loved sailing around the Greek Islands on a private yacht. The combination of ancient history and stunning landscapes was mesmerizing." "Alright, we've covered movies and traveled the globe. Shall we share our favorite books or literature next?" "Sounds intriguing. Star, why don't you start us off again?" Dexter mutters. Astrid grins, eager to share. "One of my all-time favorite books is 'The Alchemist' by Paulo Coelho. Its themes of destiny, personal legend, and the journey of self-discovery really resonate with me. I also love romance novels."

“Cas and I have been on for a month now, and I should’ve told you but you specifically said you didn’t know about my other fuck buddies.” Cas stood near the window, arms folded, watching me intently. “We didn’t want you to find out like this, though.” I could feel both their gazes on my body—the way the dress clung to my curves, the flush on my cheeks. “A whole month,” I whispered, voice husky despite myself. “You really are something Damien.” Damien stepped closer. “Baby, I love Caspian and I love you.” His voice dropped, that dominant tone I craved. “It’d only ever be the both of you for me.”

“What should we do first? Maybe explore the backyard? Or we could find a game?” Esme was silent for a long moment, her little brow furrowed in thought. Her bags felt heavy in her hands, a physical reminder of the new life she was trying to step into. Just as she was about to suggest something else, Esme looked up. “You can read to me.” Relief washed over Ellie. She smiled. “I would love to. What book do you want? What’s your favorite book?”

"What do you read then? Romance." "Romance is every girl's dream." I blurted out, I didn't know what made me keep talking, but I still did anyway. "I love romance books with a touch of comedy and action." I shrugged, remembering the times I and Klarissa would dedicate a day to going to the library and reading ourselves until the librarian warned us to go home. Fun times. "I'll get you books." He said and continued eating. "Okay," I replied, biting my lips to stop myself from squealing because my enemy said he'd get me books..

“If it’s the one person who makes your heart race and your blood feel like it’s on fire, then yes. Common sense doesn’t stand much of a chance.” “But what if that person is the worst possible choice?” I asked. “What if he doesn’t respect her, doesn’t love her back, treats her like crap?” “Why are you so worked up?” She snatched the book out of my hands and glanced at the cover. Then she snorted. “Oh. I get it now. You’ve been reading again. A historical romance? Honestly, that’s still an improvement over those creepy occult books you used to read. What, you didn’t like the hero?”

“You can't expect me to be all over my girl to prove a point. I'm more mature than that.” Jessica snorts. “It's not about maturity. It's something you can't help.” Lucian blushes. “What do you count as chemistry?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at her. She narrows her eyes back at me. “Something more than what you are doing. It's been fifteen minutes and you both didn't exchange glances, didn't laugh while staring at each other, and didn't whisper affectionately to each other.” She sighs dramatically. “There are things lovers do even without intentionally intending to rub their relationship in our faces.”

It is undoubtedly old, and the spine is now gradually falling. "It's my favorite classic romance novel. Although I was looking for a classic fantasy book here, that one attracted my eye." "I'm not a big fan of romance—" She cut me off, "I'm the same way! Fantasy is my favorite genre. But don't worry, because once you read it, you won't have any regrets, and you'll even thank Sierra McCarthy for recommending such a treasure to you!," She exclaimed, winking at me.

CHAPTER EIGHT: ALL FOR YOU (2) ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ SOPHIA’S POINT OF VIEW There was this passage from a book I once read and, opposed to what I usually read which are romance novels, this book was all about the unrealistic expectations and views on love and to our romantic partners. Standards built from fantasies that can actually be harmful. I do not doubt it. Expectations can bring disappointments. Disappointments can be harmful if not communicated well enough.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.