Romance Free Novels & Stories

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

Christina dared not linger any longer thus she excused herself to use the washroom. Unexpectedly, Matthew ran after her and stopped her from entering the washroom. “How does it feel to be the third wheel?” She complained incessantly. “Please let me go, President Henderson, I’m begging you. I’m afraid Yara will strangle me to death soon!” He leaned against the wall and snorted. “That’s not a problem. But first, you have to agree to my one condition.” “What is it?” “I’ll let you go after one kiss!”

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

Besides they're so fast, I guess they are desperate to marry get us married. F*ck that word double wedding!

“It only happens on TV shows, not real life.” “What if it’s true love?” Annabelle said. Paige uttered, “True love?” Annabelle nodded her head, her eyes intent on Paige. “That’s right. True love. True love can conquer all.” Paige was speechless. It seemed the girls had been brainwashed by cheesy romance shows. “Are you talking about true love between Cinderella and her prince?” Paige asked. The trio nodded their heads. Paige gave it a thought before replying, “I suppose true love exists, but I’ve never seen it in my social circle.”

Her eyes welled up with tears of sadness. "You know I love you. How could you do this to me?" she continued. "But my brother is already married, don't you understand? You're talking about loving someone else's husband here. Are you shameless?" Naomi couldn't help but chime in angrily. "Darren's married, but he's still his own person. Love is all about freedom. If our hearts connect, marriage can't hold him back. I'm just chasing my love, nothing wrong with that!" Adele said defiantly as she lifted her chin.

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

"But I'm curious, what does romance mean to you?" Max leaned in closer to Chloe, his voice low and husky, as he whispered softly into her ear, "Romance is like the changing sky at dusk, with colors shifting and blending together to create something new and beautiful each time. It's like the dance of fireflies on a warm summer evening, a dazzling display that takes your breath away.” His words flowed like a gentle stream, carrying with them the promise of something sweet and special. Chloe felt her heart skip a beat, and a shiver ran down her spine like a gentle breeze on a summer day, as she turned away to hide the reddened flush on her cheeks.

“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.”

It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish. When he finally released me, we were both panting. "You love me," Francis said, locking eyes with me, each word deliberate as if willing it to be true. "You'll keep loving me. The drugs are irrelevant." I could not help but laugh. "Francis, who are you kidding?" Francis acted like he did not hear me. He just stood up and smoothed out his suit. "You're getting out tomorrow. Come stay at my place." "That's not my home," I said.