Romance Free Novels & Stories

Author's POV What is Romance? this is the question I always asked myself and I found that........ Romance is the language of love. It is the way that you show your partner that you care about them. Every person has their own idea of what they might consider romantic. For some, it will be dressing up for the other or buying flowers or jewelry. There is no way to know what is romantic without knowing the person. Romance is created by the feeling that you are genuinely cared about. All romance has one thing in common; it must show the other person that you care enough to find out what is meaningful to them.

It read; Kyle, I know you'd probably search for me right now or not. But I wasn't kidnapped or anything, I left. Thank you for an incredible night. And thank you for being my first. I'm glad I gave my virginity to you. I thought I could hate you after everything you did but I just couldn't, Kyle I love you. I will take this night as the greatest memory that we have together and hope you do the same. My mother's death made me realize that people can leave you at any time so I've decided to be with my family. Don't ever come back here. Go back to your own family. I heard your prom is in a few days,but I won't be able to make it. Ask Jasmine or whoever to go with you. Also you will graduate in

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

“That’s all.” “Yes.” He laughed once, low and brittle, a sound hollowed out from too many practiced smiles. “I come here without a ring, without flowers, without anyone watching. And that’s all you have to say.” Freeda held her gaze, steady and unflinching. “You came after every other version failed. That is not romance. That is timing.” Something sharpened in his face, edges hardening. “You think you know what this is.” “I know enough,” she said.