Romance For Guys Novels & Stories

The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves. My eyes widened. "My lady, I'm your husband… Shouldn't we be spending our wedding night together?" A snort of laughter came from the players' table. A muscular man named James Gibson shook his head and said, "Never seen someone this stupid. You walked right into it. The ghost bride needs a human sacrifice, sure. However, she also needs a husband. And any player who becomes her husband gets chopped into pieces. She hates men the most." I had just escaped one death trap and walked straight into another!

"Oh! Never mind. It's because I'm not like her right? I don't have titties or a big ass like her, isn't it? I am not like the other guys that you roll with right?" I could hear Mum's harsh words on that unfortunate night I got ditched echoing through me. Maverick moved closer and closer again, our bodies almost touching each other. Urghh! He should stop being so wholesome for my sake. "Come on Barbie doll. I can always make it up to you," he uttered, his voice low and soothing. "How?" "Simple, let's go on another bigger date," he smirked.

He mused. "Oh come on. I'm sure you have women falling all over you. If you were a bartender you would. You're gorgeous." Pearl said. "Well, thank you for that. I don't blush often but they got me a little. I've had a few ladies in my bed, but nothing serious. I don't spend a lot of time on romantic notions. Most women don't stick around long without romantic fallacy. It's in the makeup. Sure, romance is wonderful and exciting but it isn't what makes two people work. That's all friendship and pure carnal attraction."

"I kind of have this thing. I don't really go out with guys my own age." "Now that I find it really hard to believe." "I don't know what it is. Young guys, they just... They don't know how to... How to make love or how to make a woman feel good." His eyebrows shot up, surprise mingling with desire in his stare. "I really wasn't expecting that." "I'm just speaking frankly." "I mean, that's all right. We're all adults here, right?" "Right." She stepped closer, her voice dropping, heart pounding as she pointed at her tits, the gesture bold and unapologetic. "I've seen the way you've looked at these."

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

"I'm clear about my expectations. No strings, no complications." I rolled my eyes. "Of course. Heaven forbid the great Alexander Carter might have to deal with a woman's feelings." "You say that like it's a bad thing." He took another sip of coffee. "We both get what we want. They get a night with me, I get..." "Their bodies," I finished for him. "An experience," he corrected. "Mutual pleasure without the messiness of emotions." I snorted. "So romantic." "Romance is overrated. Sex isn't."

Mark. He grinned as he made himself comfortable next to me, his hand casually placed on my shoulder. "I could have never guess you write forbidden romance," he admitted hoarsely. "Let alone forbidden...erotica." "Why? You think love alone completes a romance story?" I folded my arms over my chest. He shrugged. "Isn't the essence of romance all about love?" I shook my head. "Love makes people dumb. I think I'II just stick to sex over love in romance, it's less complicated."

Perhaps a heartfelt conversation or a shared moment of vulnerability would be the key. In my mind, I could see myself engaging Roman in deep, meaningful conversations. I'd listen to his concerns and share my own, making him feel understood and valued. It was a long shot, but I was willing to try anything. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that my tactics had been all wrong. Instead of trying to lure Roman into a false romance, I needed to connect with him on a genuine level. It would be a slow process, but I was prepared for the challenge.

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

I turn around and take a look at those. "They don't feel the same anymore", I tell him. He immediately frowns in confusion. "So, you got bored with ROMANCE?" "No. But there's a reason", I say, leaning against the shelf and placing my palm over the books. Then I slowly trace my hand over them. "And the reason is—" he leans back too, a foot of distance between us but we can clearly hear each other whispering. "People who read romance, mostly women—" I giggle. "They want to escape reality. So, they can find more beautiful things in fiction"