Romance In Manhattan Novels & Stories

“You wouldn’t fall apart. You’d be taken apart. Piece by piece. By men who don’t find you entertaining.” A shiver licked down her spine before she could stop it. She hated that he felt it—knew it. She forced a smirk, tilting her head so the light caught her cheekbone just so. “Then I suppose I’d better keep you entertained, Mr. Romano.” His mouth curved faintly, with a dangerous edge. “You already do.” For a moment, silence. The city stretched below, glittering and merciless. Between them, the air was taut, balanced between threat and temptation.

Ryan and I had been married for three years. The first year on my birthday, he stayed at the office all night fixing a botched proposal that Katie Jones had messed up. The second year, he had to go out of town with her for a business trip on my actual birthday. And today, he left me standing alone in the pouring rain because of one phone call from her. I was still staring into space when I heard the guest room door swing open. My heart skipped a beat as I watched him walk toward me. He noticed the little smear of ice cream still on the corner of my mouth. Ryan let out a soft, resigned sigh, then grabbed a tissue and gently wiped it away.

Soft music played in the background, creating a romantic ambiance. I glance back at Andrey, seeking confirmation of the incredible sight before me. A soft chuckle escapes him as he draws nearer. "Do you like it?" he asks, guiding me to a seat on the boat. "Like it? I love it, Andrey. Thank you," I reply warmly, feeling a rush of emotion welling up inside me. But I push it down, determined not to let it overwhelm me. As we settle in, the boat begins to move, and I gaze out to take a better look at Manhattan.

They kissed longer, slowly, Dennis let go of his lips on her, their eyes stuck together, none of them said a word to each other and it felt like their whole body was drawn together by a divine force none of them could explain. Cassandra didn't want Dennis to stop kissing her, she felt so alive watching him with her eyes, her heart entangling with his. She wanted more or his lips on hers, her body melted immediately he kissed her and she wanted to feel it again. The sound of the door bell brought them back to reality. Cassandra quickly remembered her pizza order. "I will get it" she said to Dennis and walked towards him with shaky legs. She opened the door, looked at the delivery guy who just

"What do you think you're doing?" The man who just arrived asked in horror, "What is it Ken, I was just having fun" Brandon grunted angrily, "With a pregnant woman?" "Does it matter, the madam is going to kill her anyways, what's the use of wasting such an ethereal beauty" Brandon praised looking at Adia's exposed legs lustfully, he just wanted to slam her here, right now. "Well she's off limits, go fuck somewhere else" ken said,

My mouth, already dry from the fear of failing in my resolve to resist his charms, was craving his tongue, and my lips, already wet from his kisses, wanted more. It wasn't a mistake. I had never wanted any man the way I wanted the man who was standing in front of me. I had never wanted anyone the way I wanted Roman Adams. With him, it was desperate, a longing and a hole that couldn't be filled without his presence, his touch, his kisses. “You can lie all you want, Nyssa, but I won't lie to myself anymore. Something happened that night in New York that I think we need to address.” “Address? I practically made Mia put a pin in your jacket. We don't need to address anything. I hate you and ever

I say, frowning a little. “01 Kind men are ugly. 02 Handsome men are not nice. 03 Handsome and kind men are married. 04 The handsome, kind, and single are poor. 05 Handsome, kind, single, and rich people are not interested in you. 06 The handsome, kind, single, rich, and interested people are interested in you only because of the hookup. 07 Those who are handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, and faithful, are homosexuals. 08 The handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, faithful, who do not lose interest if you are the ones who make the first step. Those men must have a problem!

XXX Amara Romano Russo POV “You look incredible,” Manfred tells me when I meet him at the bottom of the staircase. I’ve gripped my hair up the same way Greta did for our wedding and once again squeezed myself into my wedding dress. Manfred looks hot as sin in his tuxedo, and now there is nothing left to do, other than leave. “You don’t scrub up too bad yourself.” I dust off his shoulder before he grabs my hips and pulls me close. “Are you ready to face the world, Mrs Russo?” He presses his forehead against mine, making my stomach flip when I’m reminded that tonight, everything will become real again. No more living in Manfred’s protective bubble, no more secrets. I have to have faith that th

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

So, with a cheeky smile, I lean my head back against his chest, “Now that is something that you will never find out.” With that, I have to peel myself away from his hot, melting body, not wasting a single moment in taking a full hand of those rippled abs. Then I spin around, and I am faced with this god of a man; if he only knows how hard I want to lose myself into every bit that is him. But I am not such an easy woman, especially not like the ones that he keeps on his arm.