Romance In London Novels & Stories

***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.

That night, London was drizzled with light rain, adding a melancholic feel to the city lights visible from the 72nd floor of The Shard. Liora arrived wearing a formal, high-necked black gown, trying to minimize visual attention. Yet her natural beauty remained impossible to conceal. Julian Vane was already waiting at a long table surrounded by thousands of scented candles. The atmosphere was nothing like a business dinner; it was a meticulously planned romantic date. "You came, Lina," Julian stood up and pulled out a chair for her. "I thought Mavric might chain your ankles to the bed to keep you from leaving."

“Not everything that looks like love is worth wanting.” I met his gaze again, my pulse betraying me. “And not everything that looks like control is worth staying for.” The silence stretched before Esrael finally broke it with a chuckle. “But be careful, Alyona,” he said, winking playfully. “The more romantic they are, the more they like to… explore.” I knew exactly what he meant. I’d heard the stories—Paris, the city of love and lovers, where affairs were more common than apologies.

"I'd taste this tiny thing when we get to London. And yep, let's tag this vacation as Honeymoon-one." "Huh?" I repeated the same thing, totally dazed. He just let out a throaty chuckle for a second time. "Sit up, bae-be. You've gotta learn how to grasp my signals. Cause often, we'll be having our honeymoons." "I don't get you." I furrowed my eyebrows. "When we get to London, I'll explain better," he added, and took my hand. "Let's go now." As we walked, I couldn't stop thinking of all he had said. It was as if he had spoken in parables. I guessed I would have to learn to understand those romantic languages. How could I be this unromantic? ***

To the merger, To the Malls and to the lies cheers! I spent the next three hours being the perfect 'madly in love' Lombardi Bride. I draped myself over Lucas's arm, whispered secrets into his ear that were actually threats and laughed loudly to his dry jokes. The elite of London watched us with envy. The power couple. The union of the century. By midnight, the rom was spinning. I found myself tucked into a dimly lit alcove with Lucas, away fro prying eyes. I was leaning against him for support. My hands fisted into his silk lapels.

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

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He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

She asked with a smile but I remained quiet and so did Jasmine. "I guess you both are surprised on seeing me here" Emma said. "I thought you were the secretary to the president of the Neurosurgeon society" I said. "I am and since the Seminar for this year is already done, I asked the President for a favour, to fix me here in London and he did, he has lots of connections after all." "Why did you want to come to London?" Jasmine asked. "First, to work and earn more money, second, to help you guys."