Romance For Men Novels & Stories

"Asexual means you don't exactly feel sexual attraction for anyone while Aromantic means you don't exactly feel romantic attraction to anyone." "And I'm what, exactly?" The male put clothes into the washing machine and set it into rinse before replying. "You are Aromantic. You feel sexual attraction but nothing romantic." "Oh." Ace said as he ran a finger through his hair and relaxed back into his bed. "That actually sucks now that I think of it that way. Can I get married?" "Of course, you can get married." Marcos replied, chuckling. "But you don't have to. Do you want to?"

, Ryan scoffed and unfortunately, the rest of the people in the class got to hear it. Oh, God! The counselor cringed and waved it aside and resumed with what she was saying. "Um...so, like I was saying, I strongly advise against s3x before marriage. I mean, what if you two break up and don't end up together? You need to keep your dignity for your Mr Right. "But, when you're married, of course,,it becomes the sweetest ingredient". Oh, God! Please, please. Can somebody tell her to skip this part?

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

"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."

She has a strange idea of what is romantic and what is not. I want to roll my eyes at her words, but there's no point if she won't see that. "How can you call a savage's behaviour romantic?" I cross my arms in front of my chest. It seems the more I try to explain to her what a real romance is, the more she tries to resist. "Don't you understand? Our men behave like that only when they have feelings for someone. And with Alpha wolves, it's a little different."

"You are getting way too old for that. Yes you may have the dick game on lock but your love life sucks . You need real romance in your life, like that kind of good romance. that taking you out on dates kind of romance. that taking you out on vacations kind of romance. That's what you need girl" Nena threw a mocking smirk " you mean like, a man" "Yes dear. A man " Clara answered. "or a woman, as the case may be" mara interjected now drawing both other girls attention " you never know these days" she shrugged. "And what the hell do I need a man for exactly?" Nena began "I'm very successful, I've got a wonderful career which pays much more than most men can ever dream of. I can afford to have a

he muttered angrily. "What? What are you talking about?"I searched for his eyes but he didn't care to meet mine. "What am talking about? Don't act like you weren't flirting with Daniel infront of everyone" "Excuse me?" I gasped. Daniel Harman was a handsome man but that didn't mean I was foolish enough to go after him. It was the handsome, rich men that women should have been wary of. Unlike novels or those romcoms where the billionaire men were gentlemen, kind, honest, possessive and all that shit that made people daydream of love, in real life, billionaire men were like Niklaus Rogers. Never settled for a woman who was less or poor, never sort to apologize to a woman and if he did apologiz

“Love. Labels. All of that. It’s a distraction. Romance is for people who haven’t figured out how fake it is.” I set down my fork. “That’s a little cynical.” “It’s realistic.” “No,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “It’s sad.” He looked at me, like he was trying to solve a puzzle he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer to. “I’ve seen enough to know love is an illusion. People cling to it because they’re afraid of being alone. They romanticize pain and call it passion.” I stared. “Wow.” Then he added, almost casually, “Romance is for naïve girls.”

She raises a brow, intrigued. “You want a man who’s your equal in every way,” I continue. “A man who won’t bow or tuck his tail between his legs. A man who can stand toe-to-toe with you and still make you submit... That's why you're drawn to dark romance, you crave a man that can tame you.” Her smirk deepens. “You might be right, but until I meet my match, it’s a moot point.” I smile. “You’ll find him one day.”

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.