Romance Light Novels & Stories

Why did you get so drunk? Romance him... How could I romance a man as rough and hard as you? Can I handle it? Can I really do it? I don't even know anything about that thing. How can I do it properly? “I guess, I will need to make some research about that.”

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“What’s the matter? Are you feeling unwell? There are too many people here. I’ll take you home to rest.” I looked up and stopped laughing, saying calmly, “Sure.” He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Still smiling, I continued, “But I don’t want to go home. Tomorrow’s my birthday, and I want to go for a hot-air balloon ride. I want to watch the sunrise with you.”

Lights bloomed to life. Strings of fairy lights woven through the flowers and fabrics ignited all at once, casting a soft, golden glow over everything. Lanterns hanging from the branches swayed gently, their warm light dancing across the grass like fireflies. The entire space shimmered, alive with romance and wonder. Charlotte’s breath left her in a rush. “Oh my God…” Johnny watched her face, his own expression softening with quiet joy. He tugged her forward gently, leading her to the table. “For you” he said simply. “All of this”

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

"So something casual would probably be the way to go. You don't want to seem like you're trying too hard." "And how do you know all this sir? You're sixteen!" "I read a lot of romance novels!" Mason said, laughing. "And I watch a lot of movies. I'm very much a hopeless romantic. I'm like a human embodiment of a romcom. Just ask all my friends." "Yeah, okay." May said, joining in the laughter. "I believe you. You're such a hopeless romantic that you're probably writing your own romcom about yourself." "I'll make you the leading lady, of course." Mason said. "So I'll need you to look beautiful but not overly done. Perhaps something that shows off your natural beauty.

Also for the people who haven't understood. This is a dark romance so there will be the dark concept. And you already know I don't do injustice with my characters so don't worry once asshole can't be a forever asshole in my book at least so yeah. I will also put a disclaimer soon.

The sight of it brought back a flood of memories, bittersweet and poignant. “You are a lover of dark romance?” I asked, narrowing my eyes in shock. The question hung in the air, almost surreal. Cole looked at me and then at the cover of the book. “Yes, I am. I’m actually a lover of dark romance and I really like this book. I have read it before, but then I just skim through some pages when I’m bored or better still when I want to reconnect back with the characters,” Cole said, his voice filled with a quiet passion. Gosh, he was using the exact words I would have used if I was the one asked the question.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.