Romance In London Novels & Stories

I noticed that Kingston was not beside me. "I stood up and went to the washroom.I collected my toothbrush and brushed my teeth when I was done .I had a quick bath .I guess Kingston already went to work. I came out of the washroom with a towel wrapped around my body and bumped into Kingston who held me preventing me from falling.He was dressed for work.He looked like those sexy CEO in romance novels.He looked really great in his suit.Well Kingston is so handsome and is good at manipulating people like he did to me.

Élliot asked, pointing at Moreau. " I'm in.." he said in a low voice, " Great, we'll move tonight, '' Delphine announced. They are going to raid Romanesque unannounced. .. .. .. The light of the moon shone in the town of Romanesque, it was like every other night, everyone had retired to their beds. Lamps were lit around, in one of the houses, two girls, one at the age of sixteen, the other eleven, were seen petting their new found toy, which they received from their mother as a gift.

Why don't we make things more interesting" she said as she slowly loosened the robe she was wearing. The black robe fell to her legs as also my heart to hell as well as I saw the sight in front of me. She stood in front of that huge gigantitic bed in nothing but a red lacy Victoria secret underwear. She picked up the other glass and walked towards me handing me the second glass. "Romeo I run this show" She spoke confidently, her red lips brushing the tip of my ear. For the first time I felt shiver run down my spine in anticipation on what to come. There is a saying that something must kill a man and Samantha might end up being that thing that kills me.

London, England. Present-day, May 1831. THE BALLROOM at the duke of Hanton's town house was ablaze with lights of a thousand candles all placed prettily in a glistening chandelier and crystal brackets interspersed along the wall. At one corner of the room stood Emily Bertram with tears in the back of her eyes as she watched the last man she had pinned all her hopes on, take his newly betrothed, to the dance hall. It was official now. She was going to die an old maid, without even being kissed before.

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

***ZANE'S POV*** I place tender kisses over London's face, she squeals beneath me and I break the kiss, staring at her. “We are supposed to be having a pillow fight, not…” she stutters, finding it hard to continue her sentence. I kiss London tenderly, so much that when she comes up for air, she is grasping my neck and pulling me downward. “I prefer using my tongue to shower love on you,” I mouth. “And the movie?” she demands.

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.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

"I bought you the white roses. I brought you to an exclusive event on a date. I purchased one of the rarest, most coveted pieces of jewelry on the planet for you. What else could you possibly want?" She looked down at her lap, her shoulders dropping as she let out a quiet, frustrated sigh. "I don't know, Lucien... Perhaps a normal date? In a regular restaurant? Where we actually get to sit across from each other and talk like human beings?" I went completely still, staring at her flushed, stubborn face. A cold, irritating realization settled heavily in my gut. This was a total disaster. Her concept of romance and mine were operating in completely different dimensions. In my world, romance wa

"My darling works just fine. Her phone chimed again. A message from Damien: You have until morning. She studied the glowing screen. Finally, she typed back: Where should I sign? That evening found her in a luxurious penthouse suite nestled within one of the city's exclusive shopping enclaves. A French stylist named Margot was measuring her, as if the mention of Damien's name was just another whisper on the wind. "In high society, appearances are everything," Margot remarked, raising a beaded black evening gown. "People need to see you and think, 'She's untouchable now.""