Romance Love Story Novels & Stories

That she would fight. But she hadn’t. And now, she had done it again. The soft chime of the café door closing behind her felt like a gunshot, shattering the last illusion I had clung to. She still loved me. I saw it in her eyes, in the way her breath caught when she looked at me, in the way her fingers had trembled when she touched me. But love wasn’t enough. Not in her world. Not when the man she was bound to was Damien Laurent.

“Is he an older guy? A businessman? A prince in disguise?” Arthur wiggled his brows. “Or maybe you're secret lover.” Ashleigh choked on her drink. “What?! No!” James leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “So you’re telling us you’re completely platonic with this guy?” “Yes,” she said firmly, causing the enthusiasm on their faces to fade into disappointment. James groaned, flopping back against the couch. “Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless..... how could I forget that you’re unromantic.” Ashleigh frowned. “Excuse me?”

I, without moving my gaze while continuing my work, replied to her, "Yes Sophie" "Who is your prom Dia?" Then I moved my gaze and looked at her, "No one". She said with a shocked expression, "Are you serious Dia? For God's sake today is prom". "So what?", I said while raising my one eyebrow. "So you should come with your prom". "Sophie you know that I'm not interested in it". After saying I again began to continue my work. "O come on Dia don't be like Ananya. Prom comes once in a year and you should come and enjoy it with your special one". "But Sophie I haven't found someone special yet". Then I turned towards her and asked her, "Anyways what about you? With whom you are coming?" "Ofcourse

Honey, chocolate and whipped cream smeared across my skin. He stood, looking down at me with a wolfish grin. "And that's how you do breakfast in bed." I laughed, breathless. "That wasn't breakfast in bed. That was breakfast on counter, you freak." "Same thing." He winked at me, then leaned down and kissed me slowly so I could taste myself on his lips. When he pulled back, his eyes were soft. "I love this," he said quietly. "I love this with you." I didn't say it back. Not yet. But I felt the words, burning in my chest, aching to escape.

“Am not going to allow that, she’s mine and there’s nothing you can do about it,I don’t care about the prophesy,all I know is that she’s going nowhere. “What about our betrothal?” Lady Katherine asked, feigning sadness as her father wrapped her in his embrace. “I annulled it long ago,we were only Betrothed because of the spell but I have been healed,I can love now” he replied as I smirked inwardly.

I pleaded as my hands caressed down her hair romantically. “You weren't expecting me?” she asked, frowning a little bit. I knew prolonging the conversation would result in another disagreement. Before she could continue her nagging, I leaned close to her, my lips sucking in the words from her mouth. “I love you,” I whispered, my eyes piercing into hers. I could see the smile tugging by the side of her lips. The knocking on the door disrupted our romantic atmosphere. “Who is it?” I asked, with a hint of frustration in my voice.

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

"I think your stories are great, Zam. The world needs to read it." Zamantha frowned and stopped typing her thesis on the laptop. "I just can't get past the romance plot of my stories. I don't know how to freaking write it. I don't know the feeling of being in love." Zamantha grinned devilishly. "Perhaps, you can enlighten me? You know, you're mending a broken heart again."

It was chemical, not behavioral. If he had to do this dumb series, he would go into it with the intent of dismissing the myth that falling in love could somehow be manufactured. It just wasn't possible to pick a woman out of the crowd and decide she was going to fall in love with you, and he was going to prove it. My Chemical Romance What is love? Better men than me have been asking that question since the dawn of time. Read any romance book and you will be told that love is destiny. It's soul mates finding one another. Love comes from the heart and when you love someone, everything works out in the end. True love ends happily ever after when the hero and the heroine ride off into the sunset

Jasmine Ito – POV The truth was simple. And that was what made it hurt the most. John was the only man I had ever truly loved. Not admired. Not respected. Not chosen out of duty. Loved. My fingers trembled as I wiped at the tears slipping down my face, but they wouldn’t stop. They came faster now, warmer, heavier—each one carrying a memory I couldn’t outrun. That night. It replayed in fragments. The way his lips found mine—not hesitant, not rushed… just certain. Like he had been waiting for that moment longer than either of us wanted to admit.