Romance For Men Novels & Stories

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, arrogant, and ruthless businessman. Never in my dreams, I thought you can be a ‘hopeless romantic’ too.” "See, when it comes to romance, I believe in keeping it simple. For a second, did you call me ‘hopeless romantic’ by any chance?", his words held a little annoyance. Very little that to be noted.

It would be better to get her out of my head and let her find a guy who matched her expectations. "What do you mean by rough and raw?" Manu asked after what seemed like an eternal silence. "I mean, Manu, that I'm not the romantic type, that sex isn't always in bed, and that I'm not satisfied with just one round. I like hard and hot sex, no frills, mind-blowing, wild, with mutual intense desire. I can be gentle, but sometimes I'm more straightforward, let's put it that way." I looked at her very seriously. "I like women who know what they want, in life and in bed, decisive women who don't play games, which isn't common among young women like you, who dream of a romantic guy."

“Hmph! Anyway, men are different from women. It’s very normal for men to be half-hearted. They will love this person one moment, and that person the next! Women are different! If they really fall in love with a man, they will only love that man.” “Sigh! The major drama will keep playing all day long!”

I’m not going to deny that one of the things I like about a guy is when their eyes smile too. “I only have one condition,” I said. His eyebrows raised in question. “What is it?” “No kissing.” It took him a few seconds to stare at me, trying to process what I just told him. He may think that if we didn’t kiss mostly in front of those fangirls, they wouldn't believe we were dating. “S-Sure.” He looked away from me. “No kissing.” I couldn’t help but smile in secret as I looked away from him. He looks cute when he’s being shy.

" What am I going to do now? should I apologise or what?" " Yes you should and make it romantic" Mr DiCaprio "Michael does the gym offer still open?"

Romano left no chance to taunt me today and in between that, she showed me the reality of the mafia world. " Married men do keep mistresses, it's common in our world but you have my loyalty. I will rip my heart out of my chest before even thinking of loving someone other than you." his long, slender fingers cupped my cheeks, tilting my face towards him. " And what if I fall out of love?" I bit my tongue, watching his beautiful face turn into an angry one. " Then I'll make you fall in love with me, again and again till the end of the time." He smirks, spinning me around.

His eyes bore into me, “You are all a woman should be.” Holy moly was this guy good or was this guy good? If he didn’t already write romance novels, he needed to start. The statement alone was enough to make my heart flutter in wild, girlish expectation. Combined with his unbelievable sexy voice box and…oh baby…I was a goner. I could feel my face heating up. I simply wasn’t used to this type of flattery from someone my age. For that matter, I wasn’t used to this type of flattery from anyone of any age. Father’s don’t count.

"Hey, don't worry. I won't do anything stupid. I won't kiss or hug you unless you permit me." "Then can you let go of my hand?" she asked. He let go, and they stood there in slight awkwardness, though he kept smiling. "So, why haven't you gone on many dates?" he asked. "Because men only want breasts." "That's a fact," he nodded. "I like breasts. I have pecs myself." He pointed to his chest. "Men want and like breasts, but most of them fall in love with attitude and personality… eventually. Then they love the breasts and everything else about you."