Romance By Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

The night felt really heavy. The rain had stopped,. I could still smell it in the air. It was cool and fresh. It came into my room through the little space I had left open by the balcony door. I stood there looking at the garden below me. The roses looked almost black in the moonlight. Everything outside seemed calm. Inside me everything was moving. I put my arms around myself not because I was cold. Because my thoughts were too loud. A lot of things had changed. Loving him meant living with things that were not always clear. It meant knowing that peace would never last forever.

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

As we entered our room which was decorated romantically with roses and fragrance candles, Xavier closed the door with his foot and then placed me down beside the bed and looked at me straight in my eyes. “You are mine, Nora, till death do us apart.” With a promise, he kissed me possessively and passionately and I pulled him closer, and then I felt his hand unzipping the small zip on the back and then my dress fall down my body and pooled at my foot.... As the beautiful night passed, we made love to each other, over and over again.... ________ 6 years later; “Xavier darling let go of me, you will be late for the office!” I said kissing him on his neck and he groaned.

My cheeks turn red, as I listen to his romantic words. “Thank you.” I thank him while smiling graciously. “Do you want to dance?” He asks me with a smile on his lips, while I look closely at my high heels. “Yes.” I answered, not very sure, while he took me by the arm and took me to the dance floor, while the song By Your Side by Tokio Hotel played. While he dances with me, I run my hands along his broad back. Seconds later, I see Abby and Dr. Mark also come to the dance floor. She looks very excited while he looks very tired of her.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

Moreover, she had read a lot of romance novels back then where the heroine was adopted and raised by her foster parents and brother like a child bride. She was influenced by them, thinking that if she could marry James. Then, she could live forever in the Burts, be with the ones who loved her, and enjoy wealth and prosperity forever. Plus, James was an outstandingly handsome guy. So, during her adolescence, she began to flirt with James, whether unconscious or not. Eventually, her plan succeeded. James did fall in love with her. Who knew she would fall in love with Chris, let alone so deeply? Sometimes, Nina wondered what it would have been like if she had not befriended Shelly and met Chris

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t careless. It was slow, emotional… almost like two people trying to remember a love they once knew perfectly. But morning always ruins magic. Evelyn stood by the hospital window, staring at the busy street below. Abuja moved fast — cars, people, noise — yet her heart felt strangely stuck in the past. “You look like someone stole your happiness,” her colleague Amara said, dropping a file on the table. Evelyn forced a smile. “I’m fine.”

I read the first line and set it back down, I left the food untouched, I crossed to the bar instead. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, it burned less than it usually did. I carried the glass toward the window, outside, the sky beyond the grounds had started to turn gold. The fountain near the gardens reflected the last of the sunlight. I rested one hand against the glass. I knew Nora had spent five years in London. I knew she had returned with Beaumont under her control. I knew she had taken Andrade before I realized she was even bidding. I knew Alexander Ashton had met her when she was carrying twins.

And let me tell you, it was amazing! Ariana's cheeks flushed pink. "Really? What was it like? Nora leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, it was... electric! You know how in all those romance novels they talk about fireworks? It was like that. But even better. And, just between us," she added with a wicked grin, "I was the one who made the first move!" Ariana's eyes had grown wide as her face turned even redder. "You? The first move? I can't believe it!"

Jace said as if he had just made it so. Nora laughed, shaking her head. She waddled over to her closet looking into it. A beautiful champagne colored dress was hanging there. There were soft beautiful sequences that shimmered gold in the light. Jace came over wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her into him. He kissed down her neck and nipped her marked neck. Nora reached back and ran her hand over his neck, her fingers grazing his mark as well. Tingles spread through them as they teased each other. Nora leaned further back into him as he held her close.