Romance Books Sports Novels & Stories

The two weeks without Brad had been an agonizing torment for Marie, her body a constant thrum of unfulfilled need. Every night, she tossed in her bed, fingers slipping between her thighs in futile attempts to quench the fire he'd ignited. But nothing compared to his rough touch, his commanding presence.

“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.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

He chuckled and leaned back. “Sex. Car sex, bath sex, bedroom sex. If it has to do with fucking, that’s me” He chuckled. I rolled my eyes. “I love reading,” he says, becoming serious. “All types of books. Except for romance of course, it’s too annoying. Love is annoying. I also love working out, as you can see” He says flexing his muscles. I let out a laugh. “There’s a lot I love doing in my spare time, Cheska, even though I hardly get spare time” “Why is that?”

Even so, since he was bored, he might as well read something to kill his boredom. He carefully ran his hands over the stacks and read the titles printed in front. Surprisingly, other than a few NBAs magazines, there were other genres; such as actions, literature, sports, engineering and more. However, the majority of it was regarding romance. That was something new and it piqued his interest. Knowing Nathan, he would never read such genres as this. ‘Maybe he developed a liking for it,’ Chris thought with a shrug.

"Yeah, right. Sorry about that. So what do you–" "It's fine," he instantly responded, waving it off. "So what kind of books are you interested in? You seem like the action and mystery kind of girl." It was one of the few times that Henry smiled, and she returned it as well, pretending to think about what kind of books she liked. Eventually, she shurgged. "I like most actually, except romance and science. I find I can't relate to either of them, so I drive towards the ones that seem more realistic. But that's a personal opinion, anyway."

"I felt the creep whenever I came here." I ran my fingers of the spine of each book and then I read the manga's title one by one: "Hanayori Dango", "Harumatsu bokura", "Tsubaki chou planet", "Reimei no Arcana", "Akatsuki no yona". These are all shoujo (romance genre). But there are other sport genre too, like: "Slam dunk", "Haikyuu", "Prince of tennis", "Eyeshield twenty-one", "Kuruko basketball". Fantasies and action genres are available too: "Demon slayer", "Hakuoki", "Bungou stray dogs", "Attack on titans".

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.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”