Romance Connection Novels & Stories

There were racks of clothes. My father was standing by the window, talking into a phone. He looked at me and pointed to a chair. "Sit. We don't have much time." I sat. A woman with a headset walked over to me. "I'm Abby from the PR team. We need to move fast. The morning news cycle starts in six hours. We need the “Proof of Romance” package ready by then." "Proof of romance?" I asked. My voice felt dry. "Chloe is in the dressing room," Abby said, ignoring my question. "She’s ready. We’re going to do three sets of photos. One casual, one semi formal, and one official.”

They kissed longer, slowly, Dennis let go of his lips on her, their eyes stuck together, none of them said a word to each other and it felt like their whole body was drawn together by a divine force none of them could explain. Cassandra didn't want Dennis to stop kissing her, she felt so alive watching him with her eyes, her heart entangling with his. She wanted more or his lips on hers, her body melted immediately he kissed her and she wanted to feel it again. The sound of the door bell brought them back to reality. Cassandra quickly remembered her pizza order. "I will get it" she said to Dennis and walked towards him with shaky legs. She opened the door, looked at the delivery guy who just

Nothing ever changes- same people, same topic, a little show off here and there, and honestly, I am getting tired by now with the feeling of aches and pains on my stomach. I walked a bit farther as no glimpse of Rosa was around the area I was at while searching for her when I caught a glimpse of my mother figure walking elegantly with someone by her side, hands tangled with a man beside her. She smiled once she saw me and a tight smile stretched my lips when I approached the couple. "Angela De Luca" the unpleasant feeling run down my spine at the mention of the name but I nodded in acknowledgment, not wanting to be rude or create a scene.

“Do you feel it? This connection between us?” “It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced,” she admitted, her breath catching in her throat. The bond between them had reached its peak, and both their wolves stirred restlessly, eager to embrace what was unfolding. As they stepped closer, the air thickened with unspoken words and a shared understanding. Each heartbeat echoed the truth they had both tried to ignore, the truth that they were fated mates. At that moment, the weight of their responsibilities and the politics that surrounded them seemed to dissolve, leaving only the raw, intoxicating desire that flowed between them.

I close my eyes and breathe in deep, feeling the connections, I have within me; my bonds. I feel my bond with Rome and reach for it, caressing it softly, it’s been quiet for so long, and I want it to know I’m there, that I remember it and cherish it. Rome’s bond responds, and I feel it’s gentle caress all the way to my bones. Then I move on and search for my bond with my wolf; Remy.

“Marked by my teeth, by my scent, by my heart. Mine, forever.” He trembled, a shiver running through his body, and I felt the energy of the bond spike, vibrating with the intensity of our connection. His wolf responded instinctively, pressing against mine, harmonizing, thrumming with recognition and acceptance. The connection was electric, dangerous, beautiful. I could feel the threads of him twisting with mine, a tapestry of desire, possession, and love forming in the very fibers of our souls.

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.”

His breath was still sticking to my neck. “Because the CONNECTION beteween us can make you feel about me.”With those words, he kissed on my lips, deeply. I knew that, he was doing me tonight. Neverthless, I still got a question. Did I really fell for him or just because we have the CONNECTION. Vampire power was a fantastic thing. It could even change the whole feeling about everything in this world, of course, including love. Leonardo’s POV

Especially with the way we find our true Mate-bond these days, finding one’s connection is more difficult. It can take up to a week before a connection turns into a Mate-bond. If the bond forms from a connection then we call it a true Mate-bond and if there isn’t a connection, then we call it a Mate-bond. I will explain as much of our Mate-bonds, laws and everything else you might need to understand as we get to them, because if I were to start right now, you would get bored. Daxton and Darius are my second connection and you already know who my first connection was. Whether anyone can have a third or fourth connection is unknown, because most end up with their first or second connection and

"Deal." Lucas shook it. "Deal." And something began. Not romance. Not love. Just—connection. Understanding. Two broken people choosing to learn together. To fail together. To try together. That was enough. That was beautiful. That was— Beginning. Real beginning. The kind that changes everything quietly. Slowly. Perfectly.