Romance In Manhattan Novels & Stories

The late October air was crisp, biting at my skin as I trudged down Greenwich Avenue to The Gilded Spoon for my evening shift. The sidewalks glistened with remnants of a morning shower, and the faint scent of cherry blossoms mixed with the exhaust of passing taxis. Two weeks had passed since Justin’s plea at the restaurant, his words—I’m not in her world. I’m trying to be in yours—burning in my mind like a brand, unanswered and unrelenting. I’d replayed that moment a thousand times: his hand reaching for mine, the raw hunger in his hazel eyes, the crack in his voice that made my pussy throb. But then came the TMZ headlines and X posts about him and Xiamond at that Manhattan gala, her gold go

I played my part well by laughing at his jokes, touching his arm, and letting him kiss my cheek with practiced ease. Guess all our chemistry tests and rehearsals were not in vain, after all. After introducing me to one of the Elite men of Manhattan, Roman stood to exchange pleasantries while I went walked a few away, picking a champagne flute from a tray, a server held passing by. Then I heard something. To my left, near the bar, two women who were dripping in diamonds were talking and their voices carried despite the music. "Can you believe he's actually marrying her?. "She planned his gala. You know what that means . She probably spread her legs during the site visit".

"I get the feeling you flirting with me." "I get the feeling you like it," he grinned, leaning across the table. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Please. I'm a married woman if you haven't noticed," I spouted sarcastically. "Right. And that's why you're spending your honeymoon alone," he mused. He stared into my eyes intensely, mischievously. This man was dangerous. I grabbed my purse of the table and got up. "Fine. Give me a tour of Rome." He smirked. "With pleasure."

I’d ended up dead in a fleabag motel room, pumped full of heroin, written off by everyone as a strung-out junkie. This time, I wasn’t fighting. I was walking away. He stared, jaw tight with unspoken irritation, and spat through gritted teeth: “Get out.” I didn’t hesitate. I stepped out into the Manhattan snowstorm, Christmas had just passed, the city buried under a blizzard. The cold bit through my thin dress, but I didn’t stop walking. The hushed voices of huddled maids drifted over to me. “Did you hear? Miss Moretti’s only been in New York from Chicago for two weeks, and the Valentino family’s already cleared out every jewelry store on Fifth Avenue for her. Talk about devotion.”

Morning light spilled across the penthouse kitchen, catching on the glossy pages of the fashion magazine Jax had slammed onto the marble island. The headline read: “Silver Romano Ends High-Profile Romance with Francia Harrington– Artist Cites ‘Irreconcilable Differences’ and Desire for Creative Freedom.” Jax stared at the words, jaw clenched, coffee mug gripped so tightly his knuckles paled. Emilia moved behind him, humming softly as she plated his breakfast—eggs Benedict with hollandaise, crisp bacon, and fresh fruit.

And the food was thrown away; the table, forgotten. The meal remained idly in place at the table. My father got up, scraping back his chair like thunder, and darted out of the room. My trembling hands sank under the table but I forced them still. I’d bought myself time. That was all. A week. Now I had the impossible part — convincing Dante Romano to be my fiancé. ********* Romano offices on Fifth Avenue arranged as if building a steel fortress, glass and chrome and cruel efficiency. I hadn’t dared step foot in this empire in years; I wanted to fight him from the outside. But tonight, the city lights slashing through the black, I crossed the marble lobby almost like I owned it.

“You haven’t changed. Your tongue is still deadlier than my gun.” I snorted, crossing my arms over my chest and turning toward the window. Manhattan’s skyline slid past the glass, sunlight bouncing off marble and steel. “Good. I never trusted men who sharpen their weapons so much they forget to sharpen their brains.” I sank deeper into the seat, trying to focus on the blur of buildings outside, while Romano sat beside me playing the part of a man who thought everything he touched automatically belonged to him. A light brush..accidental, or so he’d claim, when he shifted gears. His fingers grazed the back of my hand, and I jerked away instantly.

The ones who were asleep were jolted to awareness by their mates, and they joined in the frenzy. "What’s going on?" I wanted to know, but before I could get a reply from anyone, the door to the room was pulled outwards and a woman in stringy dreadlocks marched in, terrible looking in battle regalia. She had a wide mouth, big eyes, and a bad stoop when she walked, but it could never be taken as weakness. The soft moonlight poured in through the door, allowing some of the odour to leave our surroundings. She examined each of her faces, hers rough with an ugly frown marring it the more.

Queen of my Heart Synopsis Ronald Gidwani, a billionaire, who is also a single father, finds love again when he meets Raina, The Queen Of His Heart. ........... "I think that will be all for today, Gabriel. I have to head home now. You know Alessandra will not go to bed without me." Ronald said as he stood up from the chair behind his desk and started arranging the files on the desk. He was trying to sort out the documents to take home for the weekend to work on and the ones to leave in the office.

This past year, I actually called her just to know how she was faring, guess that's the reason I still have her number. I groan when I read her text. She's still bent on the idea that maybe things can work out with us. I exit the message and turn off my phone to avoid her incessant messages. I look back at the screen trying to get hooked like Ava. It's a romance movie and from what I've seen it's not really that bad. A detective who was hired to investigate a murder case and a seductive, manipulate woman who's pretty good with her seduction and her manipulation skills. Obviously the detective is definitely gonna fall in love with her. That shit always happens. When you fall in love with the