Novel & Cerita Romance For Young Adults

“Seduce him. Romance him. Make him fall in love with you . . .” How can I do that? I’m done in seducing him, and romancing him, but make him fall in love to me? Is beyond impossible. That’s really next to impossible. He won’t fall in love with me. This is just a marriage for convenience. Both Callum and Dad were benefiting in this marriage, our companies were now . . . merging. And because of Callum agreeing to Daddy’s proposal, he is very happy because he will be able to enter Callum’s company without difficulty. And I wonder what Daddy can do.

“Alright, don’t work too hard. See you tomorrow, Elena.” The footsteps finally faded away down the hallway, leaving only silence and the pounding of her heart. Elena let out a long, shaky breath of relief, inhaling the faint scent of Marcus’s cologne mixed with pure masculine arousal. But before she could turn, he spun her around roughly and crushed his mouth to hers. The kiss was hungry, desperate, and consuming. His lips were firm and demanding, tasting faintly of mint and raw need. Elena moaned deeply into his mouth as his tongue pushed past her lips, stroking hers with urgent hunger.

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"Second chance?" "I fell in love with her when I was five and twenty. She was only eighteen then and it was her first season. She was so full of life, Jake and so lovely, she simply took my breath away! I knew I should've asked her father before courting her, but I wanted to ask her first, I wanted to give her a choice. She was haughty at first, but she eventually agreed," his uncle grinned, apparently lost in his memories. "Then why didn't you marry her?"

A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

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I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.

She thought this was cool. “I mean—wow,” she went on, bouncing slightly on her toes. “An age gap romance? Like a real one? Your dad really married someone younger? That’s… that’s honestly amazing! I read so many books with this trope. Secret romance, huge age gap, wealthy older guy, younger wife—ugh, one of my favorites. It’s so dramatic and intense! Sexy, even!” She wiggled her shoulders playfully. I forced a smile. “Yeah,” I said, my voice sounding distant even to me. “It’s… something.”

"Well, from experience, I can tell you that that doesn't really work either. I was married at twenty, and after five years, I was bored out of my mind. What I went in for didn't last and wasn't enough to hold me or the marriage." "Maybe a mature marriage works best." "That depends too. I think young marriage works when there is a real common ground and not just passion. Older partnerships tend to be based more on common interests, so it's a different scenario." I found Heather so attractive, not just physically but her whole being. I loved to hear her talk, her tone, her voice. We ate cool sorbets for dessert; she blackberries and mine mango. Exiting the restaurant, Heather put her arm aroun