Romance Excerpts Novels & Stories

She said giving me a sternly look. I hate it whenever she does that, but then after much corrections she still didn't change. I got tired of it, and let her be. "OK bye guys." I said as I stood up and make my way towards the door. "Oh and yeah, Kelvin, I will give you a call, and don't you worry, I will make sure to pay your fees before your exams." I said and the dashed out quickly in a hurry to meet up with Sammy. The excitement on my face was evident, my love for Sammy was one I could never explain. How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate.

Romain reacted immediately, his eyes lighting up with a gleam he reserved only for me. "I love you too," he replied, his voice husky and vibrating with emotion. The echo of our confessions mingled with our bodies, with our souls beating in harmony. We desired each other like souls lost in the vast ocean of life, finding refuge in one another. Romain took me in his arms, his warmth enveloping me, and I closed my eyes, letting myself be carried away by this momentum. Each gesture became an exploration, caresses tracing promises of devotion and passion.

Alex, a charming stranger, had offered Emily his umbrella, sparking a conversation that would forever change their lives. They delved into the enchantment of their courtship, the stolen glances and stolen kisses, the laughter that echoed through the air like music. They laughed and smiled, their voices entwined with the emotions of yesteryears, painting a vivid picture of love's blossoming. But as they discussed the joys, they could not ignore the shadows that lurked in the corners of their relationship. They spoke of the fights, the misunderstandings, the moments of doubt that had tested their resolve. Words of anger and frustration mingled with their recollections, bringing forth the raw a

“I love you too, Rachel - but it’s not enough. This isn’t one of your romance novels. In real life sometimes the boy doesn’t get the girl,” Thin lines of wet mascara began cascading down Rachel’s face and Alex gently wiped her cheek with the back of his hand. He kissed the dampness on her face, his lips tender and loving. When they returned to the darkness of their room, they made love with a white hot passion so intense, it caused their once brilliant star to explode into a giant super nova.

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

She took the note on it and read it, "SEVEN WONDERFUL MONTHS OF KNOWONG AN ANGEL.. YOU ARE TRULY A THE ONLY PERSON I WANNA ANNOY..." Then she looked on the bed and there were roses in a form of a heart and a letter inside it she opened in and I walked next to the door and peaked inside. She was reading the letter... this one read, "FROM THE FIRST DAY I SAW YOU I HAVE BEEN FALLING DEEPER AND DEEPER IN LOVE WITH YOU AND IT IS JUST AMAZING TO ACTUALLY SAY IT, I LOVE YOU KATHERINE OMARLEY... AND WITH THE HELP OF BIANCA, ALL THIS IS POSSIBLE.. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL BABE, NOW SLEEP WELL ❤😍"

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.]

With a sudden, violent motion, she swept it off the nightstand. The glass shattered against the stone floor, the liquid spilling out like wasted light. Dante let out a guttural sound, a mixture of triumph and agony. He crushed his mouth against hers, a kiss that tasted of finality and fire. This was the "Intimate Love Romance" at its most visceral—a communion of the damned. He didn't make love to her; he reclaimed her. He used the "Body Betrayal" as a conduit, forcing her to acknowledge that her choice was permanent.

He steps closer. One step. Two. The distance collapses. Air thins, His scent, clean smoke, spice, winter frost wraps around me. His face dips toward mine. And before my brain can form a thought, Our lips brush. Just barely. Fireworks burst behind my ribs, cascading down my spine. My knees weaken, traitorous and trembling. My tongue flicks out instinctively, tasting the heat he left behind. I want more. Roman’s hand slides around my waist, pulling me in gently, but with promise before his mouth claims mine fully, swallowing the breath from my lungs.