Romance Feelings Novels & Stories

Once upon a time, if someone told me that a woman could rouse my feelings the way she had, I'd have dismissed such intangible words. But once upon a time, I hadn't met Mirabella Aurel. I didn't know how to classify the feelings I had for her. But I knew I could breathe more easily whenever she was around. I'd memorized every single thing about her. The way her eyes twinkled whenever she was excited. The way her lips curved whenever she was up to something mischievous. The way her eyes misted whenever she was aroused. Her sensual moans which were enough to send me over the edge.

First my breasts, then my ribs, then my waist and then it wasn't there again. "Gosh," He said, his voice a tone away from sounding like a whisper, "Four days felt like an entire year, you're just so beautiful." Every single time they had been together, it had felt like some kind of rush. I wanted a slow, heartfelt romance this night for some reason. The desire to feel desired. Beautiful. Wanted. His fingers skimmed alongside the sensitive skin at the edge of my breast, teasing me with his fingers, then stroking me more gently. It almost felt like he read my mind.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

Roman’s scent keeps me grounded; that familiar forest floor scent that feels like home. “You know,” Roman whispers, his lips grazing my ear, “I always dreamed of dancing like this with you.” I pull back just slightly to look at him. “You dreamed of dancing in a restaurant after stuffing ourselves with pasta and dessert?” He chuckles softly. “Well, when you put it that way... But yes, Aella. I’ve dreamed of any moment where you’re in my arms, laughing, feeling free.” The honesty in his words, combined with the warmth in his gaze, fills me with overwhelming emotions. Then I feel it; a feeling similar to an electric current snapping between us and I feel physically drawn to him, even more so th

She says, gesturing with her hand. " Um and that's it." I say, awkwardly looking around the room. " That's it?" " Hmm?" I nod, still not looking at her. " Wow, please don't tell me you are one of those boring young couples." My eyes snap to her. " Pfft, no. Nothing about being with Roman O'Connor is boring. He is exciting, he makes me feel all giddy and he makes me feel like I am the only girl in his world. Sure he can be demanding and act crazy at times. He overreacts sometimes, he's possessive, loyal, attractive, a real man, and damn he is fine. He's literally a dream and the most important thing I am confident about, is his love for me. " I say, having risen to my feet and literally stari

It was a stark contrast to the passionate intensity she had shared with Shane, yet it was just as powerful in its own way. Romeo’s kiss was a promise, a silent vow of devotion that made Avery’s heart swell with emotion. She could feel the depth of his feelings in every touch, every gentle caress. His lips moved against hers with a reverence that made her feel cherished, loved in a way that words could not describe.

Your love is like the sun, That lights up my whole world, I feel the warmth inside, Your love is like a river, That flows down through my veins, I feel the chill inside, Your love, your love. Warm, butterfly feeling in her stomach, slowly began to appear. She knew what this feeling was: it was the feeling of desire. She understood this, from reading romance novels. And, when their lips parted, Aviana heaved heavily after the long kiss. She looked deep into his eyes, questions that she so much wanted the answers to, evident in her eyes. Why had he done that? Why did he kiss her? Did he feel like she felt for him?

Chapter Eight: Book True love isn't buying roses, giving gifts, cuddling or kissing, but it is the feeling that blooms in your heart, it is the longing of being closer to someone, it is the desire to share and understand. People tell me it's the best feeling, but I'm scared I'm going to get trapped.

I want to squeal like a pup when I think of it, which makes me feel disturbed by myself. Are we going to start courting each other now? The feelings I have for him are so strong, they’re merely not just liking him. There’s more depth to it, and it’s too early to say it but there must be some sort of higher romance involved. Wolves were known to mate their lovers after a short courting period...

Chloe felt her heart skip a beat, and a shiver ran down her spine like a gentle breeze on a summer day, as she turned away to hide the reddened flush on her cheeks. He gently took her delicate hand in his large palm, gazing into her eyes, “Romance is everything in those little things that makes you feel alive and cherished, every moment of every day. And when shared with the right person-” he paused, tilting her chin slowly, so she could meet his gaze when she nervously looked away.