Romance Con 2025 Novels & Stories

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

Jude. Monday School Is bustling with the upcoming prom I have a bouquet of roses huge they make a statement as I walk in to find Hope And Carmen standing together. "Good Morning Ladies " they both turn to look at me seeing then flowers Carmen's face break into a smile "Carmen will you be my prom date ?" I ask her handing the flowers the smile on face huge while if looks can kill I will be dead the way Hope is looking at me. Returning the smile "Yes of course, yes I will

" My eyes widened. Before I could react, Massimo came rushing over. "Mr. Romano, Vito says Ms. Castellani has sent an entire car filled with wedding gifts. The attached note states: 'Gifts returned. Our engagement is over!'"

“I have a private island in Switzerland, I could get my private jet ready so we could go.” Reyna pursed her lips, “Yes Roman Knight the hottest and wealthiest bachelor in Milan, rub all that money in my face.” “That wasn't my intention, Reyna.” He tried to touch her shoulder but she pushed his hand away. “Please don't touch me, your presence alone irks me,” She complained, moving away from him. “What makes you think I would want to go to a private island with you? So you can get me pregnant again, never.” The world seemed to stop revolving, when Roman heard the word ‘pregnant’, there was never a mention of her getting pregnant in all her records, and even though they weren't protected that n

Alice face palmed herself as she sat down next to Romano. “Married club? You two are married?” Ace asked in disbelief. “Oh shit.” Romano breathed as he scratched his neck. “About that…” He said as he gulped. “Well?” Ace said as he raised his eyebrow at his younger brother. “We’ve been married for a month. We eloped back in New York.” Alice said as she stood up straight and Romano planted a kiss on her cheek. “Well damn.” I chuckled. “Congratulations!” I said as I jumped over to her and tackled her with a hug, matching the intensity she did with me.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

“You’re so romantic these days.” “I’ve always been romantic. You’re just noticing now,” Rafael replied teasingly. They got into the taxi. During the ride to the city center, Rafael kept glancing at Aurora’s profile. There was something different in her aura—softer, warmer. Like someone who had finally come home after being lost for years. Not long after, they arrived at the cinema. “Romantic or action movie?” Aurora asked as they queued for tickets. Rafael glanced at the digital movie schedule, then quickly pointed to a Korean romantic drama playing in limited release.

The secluded cliffside villa glowed under a twilight sky, its stone walls a sanctuary from the city’s restless pulse. Kai Castellano stood beneath a rosewood arbor, his black suit unbuttoned, his icy blue eyes soft with devotion. Lorenzo’s revelation—ordering the deaths of Gianna’s and his own mother—had fractured his heart, but their empire, the united Castellanos and La Rosa Nera, held firm. Rosa’s intercepted message about a global mafia network loomed, a storm tied to Lorenzo’s old allies, but tonight, Kai chose love. Their first marriage was a strategic alliance; this remarriage was a vow of choice, a flame to defy the darkness. His jaw tightened, their quiet embrace, Gianna’s unwaverin

she started as we stepped out of Ali’s Holding and into the car, “have you picked a date yet?” “For what?” I asked, distracted, pulling my phone out to check messages. She gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. “Your wedding, you beautiful fool. Valentino said you could pick any date, so tell me when is this mafia madness going legal?” I laughed. “I don’t know. I was thinking maybe October? Something simple.” “Simple? Please,” she scoffed. “The Don of the Romano family is not about to throw you some backyard barbecue. I expect flames, fireworks. Blood, probably.”

I start to ask, then someone walks into the room. Roman. Padma hurriedly closes the door behind her and slips into the balcony, also closing the door. Roman watches her with an amused expression before calling out, “Thank you, Padma.” The fact that she doesn’t answer means she won’t hear anything from this conversation at all. “You’re here,” I mutter, my voice raw from screaming last night. “I didn’t—” Roman cuts the rest of my words with a kiss. In his hand are peonies, and he hands them to me when we break apart. “I have to be quick, because lockdown is back on, and I know you have an appointment for your wedding dress.”