Romance In Love Novels & Stories

I pretend to frown as I let him in and pretend to be busy with the remote control on the other side of the room. I can hear the low murmur of their voices. Romero leans in, one hand braced lightly on the wall, his head bent toward hers. Gianna’s fingers curl into his sleeve, subtle but telling. Something he says makes her nod, forehead resting briefly against his chest. It’s not dramatic. It doesn’t need to be. Love, in this world, is often quiet and carefully guarded. When Romero leaves, Gianna watches the door for a moment longer than necessary. Then she turns back to me, a little more color in her cheeks.

She declared, leaning closer and capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. Then he smiled, his heart filled with love, as he rested his forehead against hers. And at that moment, they realized their souls were indeed made for each other. She looked up at him, a tender smile adorning her face. "I love you, Theodore Romano," she whispered. He returned the smile as his eyes shone brightly with love and contentment, “I love you, Ariabella Romano.” THE END.

“What are you? A slam book? How can you love yourself when you don’t even recognize love itself?” Romance never goes out of style. It does not wither or die like plants in a glimpse of summer. We fall into its captivating curse the moment we find perfection in a soul filled with flaws. The second we see beauty in the laceration of their scars and lips maneuvered by deception, we are bound to plunge into the deepest fragment of their life. The day our heart palpitates at a rapid velocity is the day we chain ourselves to an immeasurable misery.

I smiled and nodded. "Of course I don't hate you, Roman. You're my mine. Of course I love you!" He grinned happily and then kissed me tenderly. "Thank you, my dear girl." After the kiss we remained in each other's arms the rest of the journey home. We arrived at the restaurant and got out of the car. It was small and rather plain looking and the tables were filled with couples all talking and laughing and having a good time. Romano still makes me trapped on his love and this really feels so strong for me.

He slides deeper into me, arrowing a little faster this time, letting me feel his entire length until he's buried to the hilt. There's a pause in the air. A bubble of tension. He looks into my eyes, this time flooding with an emotion much stronger than lust. Love. And Roman starts to move. His pace is patient, caring. Loving. He plants his hands on either side of my head, leaning once more to capture my lips in a bruising kiss. I wrap my legs around him, digging my heels against his lower back to urge him to go deeper with every thrust. As deep as he can. Until he's the only thing I can feel.

Even though his cum is soaking through my panties and I can feel it with every step. Even though my pussy is so swollen and stretched I can barely walk. But I don’t see Jack’s face anymore. I don’t see anything except Roman. This is what love looks like for us. Brutal and bloody and somehow still beautiful. Wrong in every way that should matter. Perfect in every way that doesn’t.

In this simple act of sharing a meal, I had found a love that was both extraordinary and ordinary, a love that brought joy to the most mundane moments and transformed them into something truly special. Under the warm glow of the candlelight, our love flourished, filling the room with a radiant energy. And as we exchanged stolen glances and shared laughter, I knew deep in my heart that our love story was one for the ages—a tale of two souls nourishing not only their bodies but their hearts with a love that knew no bounds. Roman's POV

He smirked, "It is called accepting reality, you should try it some try." "I believe that love exists. Yes, the romance novels sell it way too beautiful, it becomes far-fetched and the movies heap cliche lines that are supposed to make you cry, it feels exaggerated. But I do believe that somewhere, two lovers' eyes meet and they can plainly see the love in them," She shrugged, "It isn't perfect, convenient but it doesn't have to be. They might have bills and work four jobs but in that briefest second when they hold each other, their body flushed against the other they remember why they were worth it, why they will pick the life they had a million times."

I said and smiled "I love you and I'm willingly to do anything to make you stay happy.For our family ,with Kaven and probably little Vida"He said and I smiled before kissing him passionately as he raised me from the bed making me sit on top of him sliding into me in the process making me gasp. He is not tired yet.He is insatiable if I get pregnant is all Kingston's fault.I don't mind not like I am rejecting him,I love him.I mean I can't reject Kingston.I am glad I married Kingston even if it was a force marriage but love prevailed over all.

he commanded. Daria’s faced turned pale, but she began to laugh “tricked me, how?”. “Are you telling me that the trips, the dates, the promises, the love, the sex, we’re all fake” she asked faintly. “I never loved you from the start, I just wanted to get what I want and I did” he replied with disgust lacing his words. Daria felt her heart break into pieces, “but we are in love, we promised to be there for each other, what went wrong” she asked her voice beginning to break.