Romance Books For Kids Novels & Stories

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

I sit on the edge of the bed and pull the blanket up to her chin. “Story,” she demands softly, eyes already drooping. I smile. “You don’t ask. You order.” She grins, entirely unashamed. I reach for the book she picked earlier, a soft-covered children’s romance about a brave princess and a gentle knight who travel across kingdoms to find each other again. I hadn’t thought much of it when she chose it. Now I wonder if children instinctively gravitate toward truths adults try to avoid. I begin reading, my voice calm, warm, steady.

"'Jane Eyre'? Really? Isn't this, like, some sappy romance?" "It's a gothic romance, which means there's mystery woven in. Read it." She grinned at me, stepping closer. "So does this mean I can give you homework, too?" "I guess," my pulse shot up as she got closer, "if you're nice to me." "I can be nice." "Yeah?" "Yeah." She lifted my chin for a kiss, and as our lips made contact I totally forgot I was still holding the book, which tumbled out of my hand onto the floor.

“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.

Elizabeth started to feel lost she felt like an outsider in her own home and at school all her friends tried but they couldn't comfort her. Soon she found her only solace was books. She felt at home at the library. Everyday she would borrow a book and finished it in one to two days. She found a little bit of happiness but sadly she and her dad never found common ground again. They would fight and fight over the smallest matter. But she learned to live with it and escape to the land of books then on her 12th birthday her dad gave her a phone that started her love for romance novels. She found another world of books and romance books were her favorite.

“Isn’t it the same with the knights? I wouldn’t mind being escorted by one if I happen to have a chance.” “Oh my, you all are a bunch of newbies. Don’t you know that the appeal of a mysterious mage is more than enough to be grateful for? Imagine a night full of excitement and magic.” Oh man, even in this world you really can’t get rid of human nature and habits, huh. I was not surprised that girls in this world are also fangirling over handsome-looking men. I mean, don’t we all? I started to chuckle, and then finally caught my attention, this familiar description of my favorite mage character in one of the books I used to read a lot. It was titled, ‘The Four Roses and the Butterfly’ which wa

He must not be an avid reader or he would understand the workings of a bookstore. Alecia smiled. “What’s her favorite genre?” “Romance, but not the kind with all the sex.” She nodded and walked over to the Ss. “Does she like Nicolas Spark?” The boy shrugged his shoulders. Alecia grabbed the most recent Nicolas Spark book, and handed it to the boy. “If she has it already you can exchange it.” His face lit up, a smile stretched across his face. “Thanks.” The boy bought the book and walked out the door.

She gives me a goofy smile, her cheeks turning red. “So, your five-year-old daughter is the mastermind behind your romantic gesture?” she teases. “Hey, she’s four. And yes. Ruby has me reading so many fairy tales and all that junk, so she’s always imaginin’ stories of princesses gettin’ rescued by princes,” I grimace at the idea of cliché love tropes. “Ha, well, she will definitely love having Pearl as a babysitter. Pearl is convinced she’s destined for a fairy tale romance too,” Saph laughs.

Belle’s Love; A Romance. Cynthia Kodich Prologue Unknown POV: Being a young girl in a suburban area of a capital city in the west comes with a lot of it’s own challenges and turmoils. They say being a teenager is the best time in a young person’s life but no one ever really prepares you for it. “Maybe it’s because no one really knows what to do. Nobody has it all figured out. We are all just doing what we think is right,” Belle’s mother would always say to her.

"Daddy, it was my tenth birthday, and I knew how to read, perfectly fine." I don't say that I was already reading Aunty Seedy's Harlequin books. They all had similar titles: Burning desire. Fury. Loving a highlander. I can't believe I enjoyed those kind of novels once. They all had the same story line, different settings, different characters, same guy gets the girl at the end of the book ending. Absolutely cliché. Dad says, "I remember all those times you'd come to me with all those big words."