Romance Con 2025 Novels & Stories

“Make me yours, Jonathan.” I whispered in a seductive tone, closing the distance between our lips. The desire to feel him inside me overwhelmed me, and I longed for our souls to merge forever, untouchable by anyone who would dare to separate us. “It’s unbelievable that this moment has finally arrived, the day I’ll claim you. I’ve been eagerly awaiting this day, which felt like an eternity. Thank you, my angel, for never giving up on me. I love you so much. You are a precious gift from God.” He confessed, his eyes brimming with love and deep desire as he gazed at me.

“What you said was exactly my point.” Mirajane sighed. “Can you blame me for not wanting them to end up together? I was hoping Rebecca could find a guy greater than him.” “Who’s going to beat Ibarra at this point?” Hera asked as if what Mirajane stated was absurd. “Most eligible bachelor of the year, handsome and oozing with sex appeal... Well, of course, aside from our fiancé.” I know I shouldn’t, but I found myself smiling like an idiot while nodding when she was complimenting him. Mira caught on that and hit me by the head.

"To be courted, to have our connection unfold in the most romantic of ways, is something I've always dreamed of. I want to savor each moment, allowing our love to bloom naturally." Asher nodded, his sincerity shining through. "I'm ready to embark on this journey with you, Kim. To create memories filled with laughter, stolen glances, and gestures that speak volumes. I want to make every day feel like a celebration of our connection." The night enveloped them as they continued to talk, sharing their dreams, desires, and what they envisioned for their courtship. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the promise of a romance filled with tenderness and heartfelt gestures.

he said quietly. She glanced up. “About what?” “About not marrying the wrong man,” Roman replied. “Just wrong about this being a Wrong Marriage.” Elena smiled, leaning back into him. THE END

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

“Has there ever been such a match made in heaven? You are both straight into your obsessions. What are you writing, Em? Any good sex?” “I am writing my first contemporary romance,” she replied. “Let me guess, star-crossed lovers in a band?” He laughed. Owen laughed. “Does it have a happy ending?” “No, but they keep their bandmates awake in the tour bus with their rhythmic thumping,” James rocked suggestively and groaned. “Oh, Emily, f-k, f-k, f-k!” Owen flushed. “Shut up, James,” he replied without heat. “You are just jealous you can’t lure Jeremy into your bunk.”

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

“You’re staring at each other again.” Noelle’s small voice cut through the thick silence. Sebastian stepped back immediately, releasing Nyra’s arm as if he’d been caught doing something forbidden. Nyra straightened, ignoring the sting in her grazed arm. “We’re not.” “You are,” Noelle insisted. “Like in the movies before they kiss.” Sebastian cleared his throat. “Enough.” Sirens wailed outside the lodge. Guests were being ushered away, security shouting instructions. The scent of gunpowder still hung in the air, mixing with pine and melted wax from fallen candles.

Roman turned toward me, his sunglasses shielding whatever emotions were in his eyes, but his raised brow was enough to convey his unspoken question. "Does all this make you uncomfortable?" I asked softly, motioning to the scene around us. He tilted his head slightly, considering. Couples were dancing carefree to a local band now, their laughter infectious. A group nearby was playing beach games, tossing beanbags and cheering each other on like life was one big holiday. It was lively, warm, and, honestly, a little chaotic—everything I loved. And probably everything Roman didn’t. He pulled off his sunglasses, revealing those icy blue eyes that always seemed to pierce through me. “Would you ask

Cass had only just managed to break free from Divers after going on at length about his so-called love. He had to convince Divers that he was truly, deeply in love with Sophie and wanted to marry her as soon as possible. But Divers wasn’t someone who could be fooled so easily. Even after they arrived at Cass’s apartment, he kept following him around. After nearly two hours of arguing, Divers finally gave up and left, abandoning Cass on his own. That left Cass drained from the debate, along with the pile of gifts sitting on the coffee table in the living room.