Romance Excerpts Novels & Stories

passion – A small fight tests their trust and emotions, blending anger with desire. 82. Study Break Heat – Touches linger – Homework is ignored as hands, arms, and lips connect in private moments. 83. Rainy Balcony – Whispered secrets – Sharing secrets on a stormy night balcony leads to heated caresses and soft moans. 84. Midnight Confession – Hearts laid bare – One finally admits love, leaving the other breathless and flustered. 85. Library Alone – Deep passion – Isolated in the library, flirty touches turn into full-blown intimacy.

His voice must me angelic and equals his limitless beauty. I desire the long desired mate bond. The unexplainable love shared by mate. The undying romance. His romantic gestures towards me. I desire everything!. His hot breath heaving over my sensitive neck. He tongue romancing my lips whenever we kiss or s*x.. I desire them all So I really pray he awakens. *** A loud growl pull me off my fantasy. I instantly fall roughly to the ground. My spines smash with a heavy thud. I wince.

he asked with his right eyebrow arching up in confusion. "I have been reading a lot of romance literature; each describes in detail how to kiss. Didn't you see how I expertly kissed you back then? Wasn't it good that you lost your mind?" Rosalina stepped closer to Garry, watching as his face gradually turned into a human tomato.

Without waiting another second, Axel leaned down and covered her mouth with his. The kiss was nothing like the sharp, desperate encounters born of stress and chaos. It was slow, agonizingly deep, and overflowing with a quiet, profound romance. His lips moved against hers with deliberate tenderness, tasting her sweetness, reaffirming the deep, unbreakable bond that tied them together. Clara let out a soft sigh into his mouth, standing on her tiptoes to press herself closer, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

"And you remember that the best romances are the ones where both people choose each other every single day." She stood, pressed a signed copy of her book into my hands, and squeezed my shoulder before moving on. I stared at the book, at her inscription: "To Camila - May you write yourself a happy ending. You deserve it." "Thank you," I nearly cried to Lucien. "Don't thank me for making you happy," he watched me with those golden eyes that saw too much. I leaned over and kissed him. His hand came up to cup the back of my neck, pulling me deeper.

As if he were rediscovering me pulse by pulse. I sank into the kiss, my fingers digging into his shirt as if he might vanish if I let him go. The kiss grew deeper, but it wasn’t urgent. It was aching, filled with all the things we’d never said. With all the years of regret. With all the years of love that never went away. When we broke apart, we were still close, breathing each other in. “You still feel the same,” I whispered. “So do you,” he said. He traced his thumb along my cheek, wiping away a tear I hadn’t even known was falling. The gentleness of the gesture was my undoing.

Happy birthday, my love. - Roman By the time I finished reading, tears were streaming down my cheeks. The words hit me deep, stirring emotions I didn't even know were there. I wiped my eyes, looking up at him. He was watching me quietly, his expression soft. "That was beautiful," I whispered, my voice breaking. I set the letter aside and turned to the boxes. The first one held a delicate bracelet, silver with tiny charms. The next was a photo album, filled with pictures of us, candid shots he'd taken when I wasn't looking. Each page brought a fresh wave of memories, making me smile through the tears. The last box was a bit larger. Inside was a custom piece of jewelry, a locket with our initi

I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.

“I… don’t think so.” “No way. Seriously?” Carol thought about it. They might have, but she could not remember. Myka took a sip of wine and smiled. “You’re so unromantic. How could you not do it in such a romantic place? If I were you, I’d have screwed my man here a few hundred times!” “A few hundred times? You sure have a lot of energy.” “They’re the ones moving, anyway.” That was true, but even the one lying down got exhausted.