Romance Excerpts Novels & Stories

kenzie said as I stared at her "oh gimme a break, love at first sight seriously?" I said "yeah it's romantic" kenzie added "ew, gross" I blute out cause the word disgust me "you see quincy here is a no love life type so she doesn't understands love" Gianna said to kenzie as she hand quotes the no love life type word. "Awwwn that bad" kenzie said in a sad tone "okay enough of this love talk am starving" she said as her stomach rumbled loudly making us laugh.

He felt a surge of desire as he gazed at her, and he knew that he wanted her just as much as the days before the great upheaval. He rolled onto his side to face her, and she opened her eyes, her gaze meeting mine. Without a word, he leaned in again and kissed her, this time, deeply, his tongue probing her mouth as he tasted her sweetness. She responded eagerly, her body pressing closer to his as she returned his kiss with equal passion. As they continued to kiss, his hand traveled down her body, tracing the curves of her hips and thighs before coming to rest between her legs. Liam could feel the warmth and wetness of her desire, and he knew that he needed to have her again.

“Seduce him. Romance him. Make him fall in love with you . . .” How can I do that? I’m done in seducing him, and romancing him, but make him fall in love to me? Is beyond impossible. That’s really next to impossible. He won’t fall in love with me. This is just a marriage for convenience. Both Callum and Dad were benefiting in this marriage, our companies were now . . . merging. And because of Callum agreeing to Daddy’s proposal, he is very happy because he will be able to enter Callum’s company without difficulty. And I wonder what Daddy can do.

It hit the internet like wildfire. By dawn, the entire city was buzzing about the headline: "Billionaire Damien Cole in FAKE Romance? Leaked Contract Exposes Staged Relationship." Serena sat frozen in front of her laptop as the article was splashed across every major gossip site. The article came with a photocopy of the original contract, complete with her signature and Damien's. Bullet points were highlighted in red. "Duration: Three months minimum." "Public appearances required." "Emotional intimacy not guaranteed."

— I know, hot babe, let it go for me bitch, because I'm coming with you too, hot babe, I'm enjoying, bitch! — Oh!... Henrico... Henrico... — Yes, hot babe, it was sensational. Afterwards, we rested in each other's arms for a while. I was really exhausted, and he's insatiable. Author: Graciliane Guimaraes.

Even the host had forgotten to speak. Matthew handed the roses to Christina, but feeling a sudden chill, she leaned back subconsciously, not taking his flowers. Matthew’s smile was warm as jade, and his voice was like the breeze in a spring rain. “Christina, I like you.” Christina could not help but shiver and rub the goosebumps on her arm. “Mr. Henderson, what do you like about me?” “Does one need a reason to like someone?” Matthew immediately began to flirt again.

It was a very expensive ride. "Of course it is, this is a memory that I'll engrave in my head forever hehe." "Oh really? There were better moments than this though." I can't believe this guy is such a clichè. I guess he wanted to do some romantic stuff he saw on tv. "Better moments than this? I can't possibly think of anything better than riding the ferris wheel on the sunset with you, isn't that the most romantic?" Ugh, just like what I've thought! What a clichè.

Stolen Moments of Desire: A Romantic Interlude Amidst Demanding Schedules. . Rachna’s eyes, usually calm, sparkled with a fervent affection, reflecting the depths of her emotions. She embraced Rahul tightly, each drawing strength and solace from the other's presence. The silence between them was rich with unspoken sentiments, a shared understanding of the preciousness of this moment. Both were keenly aware that this stolen time, this romantic interlude, was a rare treasure, snatched amidst the chaos of demanding work schedules that constantly threatened to pull them apart.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

data-p-id=82eca71f7ac217849f3ba1383a595493,style=text-align:left;,"Whatever for?" data-p-id=d7e46828d3303f4c88e9ca7ef6cf5b82,style=text-align:left;,"For changing my life. For loving me. For being the kind of wife and mother any man could only dream about. For filling all the holes in my heart and making it feel so full that I fear it might burst of happiness."