Romance Lover Novelas e Histórias

After a suffocating dead smile, she decided to speak. "Well, about the lover thing. I just thought that maybe, you know— like those I read from the books. When the love of their life goes missing, they will look for them in every corner of the earth and wait for their return no matter how long that would take. And I think that's romantic."

It forced him to be late to join Velia in bed. Lucas walked slowly, not wanting to make any sound that could disturb her sleep. You look tired. Lucas took his place on the side of the bed. He gazed at Velia's peaceful face and stroked her hair. Tired? That one word managed to bring a faint smile to Lucas's face. He remembered the romance in his office earlier that day. How enjoyable it was. How passionate. It would surely be one of the love affairs Lucas would enjoy. And perhaps Velia felt the same way.

I lean against the door frame, crossing my arms over the chest. “I don’t know, I picked this up from Bianca’s table in her office. It happened this book is actually a romance.” Showing me the cover of a half-naked man. “And since when you like reading a romance novel?” She barks into laughter. “I’m actually having fun. The guy is an asshole and the woman is a demure type.” “Uh, a stereotyped bad boy, playboy. I know you have a thing for that kind of guy.” I don’t know why suddenly I feel a pang in my chest. She’s already my wife, but still, I’m jealous of her imaginary guy.

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he replied and made my heart flatter once more. .... We had been spending some time together until it was sunset. I know he wanted to make me happy and I know he is trying with all he can. I know he loves me and I know I love him with all I got and I'm gonna keep loving him for what he is, no matter what. " I never took you for the romantic type, Liam!" " I'm not" " Such a lier" I reply punching him on the shoulder. " I'm not..." he said. " I'm only romantic with you. And I wanna do this only for you CERC!"

I asked as he shivered, looking into my eyes with lust and hunger. “There’s this attraction I have towards you,I don’t know how to explain it,I ….I…. just know that I want you and nothing will stop me ” he replied before kissing his way down my neck,my breasts and my stomach. .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. “You’re beautiful” I whispered, kissing her nape……..and carrying her to the bed before depositing her on it. I don’t know why it’s like a magnet, pulling me towards her.

"It's not going to be too chilly. There is none of that snow." "I want it to rain, and I want a big, huge thunderstorm with lightning and thunder. I have this dream that my husband and I will get into bed together, wrap ourselves in a blanket, and watch movies until we both fall asleep in each other's arms. I tell her that I'm turning back to face her and that I'm starting to feel sleepy again. "At what point did you decide to embrace your inner romantic?" She does so while maintaining a teasing smile on her face.

"Well, you're everything I expect my mate would be, not your snobbishness though -just your hight, your handsome face, your abs and your aura" I turned in his arms and stared at his face. "I want my mate to be very romantic and creative, because I'm beautiful, hot and creative" He smiled when I said I'm hot. "Romantic?" I nodded. "How do I know if I'm being romantic? Am I romantic?" he asked. I scoffed and rested my head back on his chest. "You're far from being romantic" I said. "Oh" there's a hint of disappointment in his voice. "Yeah, I want my mate to always kiss me goodnight, make me breakfast in bed and wake me up with a kiss to eat the breakfast"

’ ‘A bad situation,’ he broke in, watching the colour of her eyes change with mood and thought. ‘A promise,’ she replied softly. ‘Now if we are to stroll aroimd the gardens, we must go soon. I believe you 11 have to practise the art of wooing me amongst the bushes where all the other lovers meet. That is the man s job, isn’t it? I don’t believe in the wo man having to do the chasing.’ ‘You want romance?’ His eyebrows shot up in query.

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.