Romance In Manhattan Novels & Stories

But Penelope could barely register her mother's presence, she was so focused on this intimidating man in front of her. Logan, the man Penelope was betrothed to, was not what she had expected. He was not the charming, handsome yet dangerous prince she had imagined, but a cold and fearsome looking young man who seemed to enjoy making people uncomfortable. Penelope couldn't shake off the feeling of fear as she looked into his eyes, and she knew that this was not going to be an easy journey.

“That’s it. That look you give me, the daring one. I would love to smack it off on the boxing ring considering I don’t beat women.” “You would be a beast if you do.” Victoria commented. Martino chuckled. “Let’s have this again. Another lunch…..or date.” He shrugged as Victoria shrugged. “You consider this a date?” She stared at him. “What is it called then? Lunch?” Martino asked. “I didn’t want to add any meaning to it.” “Are all Americans like this? They pursue the man and pretend they never wanted him?” Martino asked with a bemused look. “Pursue?” Victoria asked as she gave the first genuine laughter that afternoon.

We were ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that our love would always guide us through the darkest of times. *** In the evening, Jonathan surprised me with a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden of his home. Soft music played in the background, creating an ambience of tranquillity and love. As we sat at the table adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of fragrant roses, I admire the effort he had put into making this evening special. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a gentle glow on our faces. “You truly know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Jonathan.” I praised him, a smile playing on my lips.

*** Manhattan, New York Alessandra The music was low and sensual and the drinks were flowing endlessly as we relaxed on the couch. My head was light, the buzz of alcohol back as I sipped on the multiple cocktails that had been brought out for me. My gaze hadn't left the middle of the room, and with good reason as the women sensually danced on the pole.

She seemed like a mess. "Tsk, how pitiful," the man chuckled. His tone was tinged with bewitchment as he spoke, "You're in a terrible fix, aren't you? Don't you want to free yourself from this? Or do you prefer to be gifted to that fat, old, and ugly divorced man?" "I don't!" Jane shuddered uncontrollably. She wiped the tears off her face violently and stated firmly, "I don't want to marry that person!" "Do me a favor. Then, I'll give you 100 thousand dollars and send you overseas." He let out a lighthearted chuckle. His cold voice and breath lingered on her as he spoke.

Four days in Venice and she was in love. Not with Drew, but with the city. With the pizza and Burano laces. With the magical bridges and towers, and the stories that accompanied them. With roadside cafes and swanky restaurants. With the cheesy gondola rides and the precious visit to St Mark's Basilica. She remembered the first time Drew took her on a gondola ride. Drew asked the driver to take them through the popular spots. The man agreed and rattled off a price so high, her heart almost stopped beating. Drew didn't bat an eyelash.

Just two women, navigating the tangled web of love, truth, and second chances—side by side. Carolina pointed the remote at the screen. “Movie time?” Katherine nodded, curling back into the cushions. “Movie time.” They hit play, the room filling with the glow of the screen. The scent of popcorn drifted back through the air. And before long, between the flicker of scenes and the rise of soft laughter, their eyes began to flutter shut, the weight of the day finally giving way to sleep. The next day, in the soft gray stillness of a Manhattan morning, the penthouse was quiet—too quiet. Outside, the city stirred to life with the hum of traffic and the far-off rhythm of heels on pavement, but insid

It moves too fast for me, making my stomach lurch and my ears pop from all the anxiety, and before I can even take a calming breath, the doors slide open. The top floor is… Intimidating, cold and completely unwelcoming. All glass and steel and silence, like I’ve stepped into a throne room, where you don’t speak unless you’re told. I step out slowly, and at he end of a long conference table sit two people I don’t need introductions for. It's them, the people I've been reading about... Mr and Mrs Valentino.

It was a very expensive ride. "Of course it is, this is a memory that I'll engrave in my head forever hehe." "Oh really? There were better moments than this though." I can't believe this guy is such a clichè. I guess he wanted to do some romantic stuff he saw on tv. "Better moments than this? I can't possibly think of anything better than riding the ferris wheel on the sunset with you, isn't that the most romantic?" Ugh, just like what I've thought! What a clichè.

Romano left no chance to taunt me today and in between that, she showed me the reality of the mafia world. " Married men do keep mistresses, it's common in our world but you have my loyalty. I will rip my heart out of my chest before even thinking of loving someone other than you." his long, slender fingers cupped my cheeks, tilting my face towards him. " And what if I fall out of love?" I bit my tongue, watching his beautiful face turn into an angry one. " Then I'll make you fall in love with me, again and again till the end of the time." He smirks, spinning me around.