Romance Con 2025 Novels & Stories

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.”

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

"With your husband. Who is in love with you. To the most romantic city on the planet." "It's a business trip." "With a wife in tow," Olive said drily. "Sure." "Pack the good lingerie," Maya said immediately. "I already told her that," Judy said. "Great minds." I looked between all three of them. "You're all impossible." "You're going to Paris," Maya said again, like she needed to hear it several more times before it became real. "I can't believe your life right now. Your life is a romance novel." "My life is a lot of things," I said. "It's also a library that needs restocking, so if everyone could…"

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

The guest was Francesca Romano. The name, whispered in hushed tones, resonated with an undeniable weight. Amara had heard it before, fragments of conversations, whispers of Dante’s past. Francesca Romano: a name synonymous with power, beauty, and a fierce, unyielding will within the Italian underworld. Dante’s former fiancée. Amara dressed in one of the new, more elegant dresses provided for her, a deep emerald green that complimented her dark hair. She felt like an exhibit, a carefully curated display for a critical audience.

Jeff caresses the soft straight hair of the blonde Lucrecia, while they make eyes at each other, the romance on the surface, but it is more a pure romance, respectable, as much as he would like to go further with her, he could not at this moment, Jeff decides that everything will be step by step. The cell phone rings again, and Jeff wants to be distracted, the only thing he wants is to dance with her under the sun, it is his only dream, he has always wanted to dance under the sun and the sand, and that the sea and the sun are witnesses, with glasses of champagne, he is the most romantic of all the world, and the only thing he wants is to hold all this, and that it works, to give the best yea

I got a call from Cassandra and I quickly answered the call ,hoping to hear the good news about the marriage that I escaped from. "Be in the church in 5 minutes or else Cassandra will die"I heard a cold angry voice which sent shivers down my spine. Kingston will surely kill me if I go back there.He will only make me suffer.After what happened between us I can't marry him.But what about Cassandra. Tbc

It has begun. I smile and nod. "Of course, Miss Stark." "Please, just call me Anita, my lady. So, I'm going to go straight ahead and ask the question everybody has been asking: when's the royal wedding?" Good. A question Gonzalo had prepared and asked. "No date has been set yet, Anita. But the planning is underway," I answer. Short and precise, just like how Gonzalo wanted it. We're definitely not planning yet, but I can't say that or it would look like we're not taking the Matching seriously.

She asked when he was done. Like she had done, he held the phone out for her to read it. Mi amor. She cocked a brow. "Spanish makes everything more romantic or so I was told." She laughed. "Don't forget to send it, Madeline." "I won't. I promise." Satisfied, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She recoiled, her eyes asking him what he was doing. "Friends kiss on the cheek." He threw in a wink for an added effect, turned and headed out.

Roman almost groaned. "Just don't pick any cheesy romantic movie," Roman mumbled under his breath. Athena frowned. "What's wrong with romantic movies?" She asked after wiping her hands with a napkin. "They are boring," Roman replied casually. Athena scoffed after hearing his words. "True." Rylan also agreed. "Then it's finally time to watch a romantic movie." Savannah smirked, giving Athena a high-five. Eleana also gave a thumbs up, showing support for the girls. Roman and Rylan groaned, making the girls giggle, and Ayden chuckled lightly.