Romance For 15 Year Olds Novels & Stories

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

Then the way she gave her control up, allowing me to get lost in her. ‘It was bliss.’ I laugh as I remember the way his purring grew loud enough to start vibrating through my chest. ‘I can’t help it if I love the way she tastes. And that was just her mouth.’ I know what he’s implying. ‘Dude, you better stop thinking like that. She’s not there, and neither am I. We’re only fifteen.’ ‘Lots of people mate before they become of age. I bet Calliope would agree with me.’

Elena rode him harder, the risk making every sensation more intense and electric. “I should hate how much I want you,” she moaned, leaning down to kiss him messily. His mouth tasted like desire and desperation. “But I don’t. God, I don’t.” Marcus thrust up harder, hitting deep inside her. “Then stop fighting it. You’re falling for me, aren’t you? Not just the sex.” Elena’s breath hitched. She rode him faster, the pleasure mixing with deep, overwhelming emotion. “Yes… I’m falling for you. Beyond the lust. That’s what scares me the most.”

I know exactly why he makes this call. “Hello, and no.” My attitude is very clear. “Nyx, are you sure you don’t want to join us at the party? There’re a lot more young girls here than last year.” Duke’s excited sound can be heard through the phone. Duke is only twenty, an age excited about everything, especially the mate thing. He stops at nothing helping me find my mate. “You said young girls.” I put stress on “young”. “So what? You’re also young.” Duke insists.

"He is mine. You know how you just meet someone and you know that he was made for you." I don't understand. Tiffany must have sensed my confusion because she starts apologizing immediately. "Oh I'm so sorry Lily. I didn't mean to rub it in your face." I wave her off. "It's fine." "I mean, we have to find your knight in shining armor soon. You're almost eighteen and you haven't even had your first kiss yet." "Yes, I haven't." Why am I lying? "What if I'm like those spinsters in historical romance novels that don't even kiss until they are 26." And the lies keep piling up.

I said with more confidence. "With face it is" "Thanks" "What is your story about anyway?" he leaned closer to the table and put his arms on it. "It's a romance novel and I would like to refer to it as such. Despite the pornographic details on it. It's a story of a bad boy falling for an innocent and fragile girl. He's a wild spirit and she is conservative... two opposites attract" I giggled and I didn't even know why. "They have sex like crazy in every position I could think of, anywhere and every time they meet" I kept giggling like a little girl and he smiled like he enjoyed our conversation. That was good...

"I'm still so young… and you're already arranging blind dates for me?" She was just over 20. Was it time for her to be set up on blind dates? "You think you're too young? Do you know that many wealthy families start looking for matches when they're in their teens?" Ann said. "Many have been scouted since they were teenagers. You, on the other hand, are in your twenties, and you still think you're too young? Are you going to wait until you're 30? Do you think good men will be waiting for you then? The ones with good character, capability, and looks would’ve been taken long ago, leaving you with the less desirable ones."

His eyes flashed darkly for a moment. He then lifted his head again. His face was full of tenderness as he softly said, "Ana, there's nothing more important in this world than you. You haven't answered me yet. Will you be my girlfriend?" One hand held red roses, the other an extravagant and sparkling pink diamond necklace, like a dual guarantee representing love and future. This was beyond anything that was written in romance novels. The young ladies in the coffee shop were excited, their faces flushed. Seeing this, they couldn't help but cheer in low voices, "Say yes, say yes!"

"So something casual would probably be the way to go. You don't want to seem like you're trying too hard." "And how do you know all this sir? You're sixteen!" "I read a lot of romance novels!" Mason said, laughing. "And I watch a lot of movies. I'm very much a hopeless romantic. I'm like a human embodiment of a romcom. Just ask all my friends." "Yeah, okay." May said, joining in the laughter. "I believe you. You're such a hopeless romantic that you're probably writing your own romcom about yourself." "I'll make you the leading lady, of course." Mason said. "So I'll need you to look beautiful but not overly done. Perhaps something that shows off your natural beauty.