Romance In Reverse Novels & Stories

"You like the feeling of having a man who could kill for you?" I nodded slowly. "It's much better than one who would only die for me." Florian watched me for a long moment, his breaths hot against my skin, his eyes gliding around my face. When he spoke again, his voice was a slow, soft whisper, and I knew that this wasn't that fluffy nerd and popular guy romance. It was a dark romance of obsession, and I was a willing participant. "I always knew we would be perfect, Roxanne. I always knew you would be perfect for me."

Resentment was deeply rooted in their hearts, ingrained in every breath they took, intertwining with their journey through life. They knew that suffering and anger would not easily fade away with a single apology. Realities and misunderstandings would forever remain as a chain of mysteries. Risk. A tremendous gamble. Velia and Lucas could have chosen to distance themselves as if they never knew each other. However, the love that grew between them had taken strong and deep roots in their hearts. There was no turning back. And even as they continued forward, destiny, with its whimsical ways, brought them back to the path they were meant to follow.

I whispered to myself while looking at the ring that he himself put on me on our wedding day. We've only been together for two weeks but this is already happening to both of us. We don't get along anymore. “Romance him . . .” And my father’s voice still lingers in my mind. How can I do that if he’s this cold to me right now? How can I romance him if he despise me so much? “How fucked up my life is, really.” I shook my head while leaning on the backrest of my swivel chair.

he declared, looking down at Jessica and sealing his words with a kiss on her lips, lending an air of authenticity to his narrative. "Awwwwn, such a lovely love story," Old Mrs. Hemsworth gushed, admiring the couple's affectionate display. In her eyes, they were a perfect match. She wiped a tear that had formed in her eyes with a handkerchief. Justin's story had managed to evoke emotions, moving her to tears. "Nonsense! Absolute nonsense!" Nicholas, unable to contain his anger, spat out. "You can fool everyone else here, but not me, Justin! Are you trying to make me jealous? Why would you decide to marry a woman I rejected?"

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

What’s happening? Rose spoke up, “I found another mate.” What?! “I’m her other mate.” Max chimed in. No way. “You can’t be! Are you sure?” Colten yelled. “Yes, there’s sparks between us. I didn’t even know that an incubus could have a mate, but I guess I imprinted on her. She is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He explained while Rose blushed even further. Brent pulled into the motel parking lot, we all hopped out of the SUV and took turns loving on Rose.

“Perhaps her depiction of the perfect romance will offer insight into figuring out who this person is.” Nikki grimaced when she heard the name Verna Ravenway. It was the name of a popular romance writer who had amassed a cult following online, but no one knew who she was. She sighed as she realized the two girls were probably not talking about her but about some ridiculous fantasy they had concocted due to the overconsumption of romance novels.

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

The angry, shamed part of her still wanted to push him away, suspecting he had spent his absent night with another of his companions, and she remained stiff for a long moment, until his gentle mouth and softly caressing hands smoothed away her resistance. Their lovemaking was slow, almost tenuous, as they let their bodies speak all the things they both wanted to say. Or maybe she was misinterpreting his apologetic touches and soothing kisses. Perhaps she was fooling herself so she could continue sharing her body with him. Even the doubt of that couldn’t hold back her cries of passion, and she was eager for him when he lifted her thigh and entered her carefully, drawing out his possession unt

She never thought she would lose her virginity, let alone fall in love or get married and here she already lost her V card to someone she least expected. "Jerk." She cursed him again and looked at her left side. Her eyes paused on the vase placed on the bedside table. Dry roses were placed in it. She frowned and got closer to the vase. Her pupils dilated once she realized these were the same flowers from that shop. The same flowers she bought for him back then. After all these years he still kept them just like she did. He had a Camellia tattoo on his neck too. Such a silly man.