Romance Lover Novels & Stories

"I don't want to get up. I still want to sleep." He hugged me, kissing my forehead. "Then sleep. Get enough rest. A woman without enough sleep isn't beautiful." "Are you saying I'm not beautiful?" I stared into his eyes deliberately. "Have you set your sights on someone else? Is that why you find me unattractive already? You can’t do that!” He bit my nose playfully. "People talk about being cat lovers or dog lovers. I'm a you lover. Who else could I possibly be interested in?"

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

“I feel like I got run over by a truck.” Andrian smirked, brushing his fingers against my cheek. “I should be proud then.” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile on my lips. “You’re impossible.” He smiled like a little kid who was offered candy. My heart swelled. He was so handsome. He leaned in, capturing my lips in a slow, lingering kiss, one that sent warmth coursing through me all over again. His green eyes stared at me so intently I had to drop my eyes. I'm feeling a little shy

He sighed inwards and left. It had been weeks, and Mitchel had fallen deeply in love with Jason. She had tried everything to make him realize but nothing. Other males in the pack hated Jason for it. Mitchel was their gamma. A powerful she-wolf. She was beautiful and a great warrior. Many would've done everything or have done everything to win her affection, but none succeeded. Now, this guy appears, and she falls in love with him. In return, he doesn't care. He ignores her and treats her like dirt. He didn't even place her in his eyes.

A modern-day woman who takes what she needs and gives what she wants … her words, not mine. I, on the other hand, dream about …. well, let’s just say I dream about something different, something special, the sort of storybook love where two people’s eyes meet and BAM — true love forever. Like a Romeo and Juliet kind of thing — skipping death, of course. Okay … let’s rather say I dreamed about it … in the past …

She asked and quickly added, "Wait, wait, let me guess." "Okay?" "Thriller and mystery novels?" She asked, hoping that she got it since that was the genre most guys loved to read. "Or maybe fantasy novels," she added. "None of the above," he said and chuckled. "I read pure romance and romance only." "What the…" Autumn was surprised to hear that. She never imagined that someone like him would love romance novels. "Yup. Romance novels that have slutty scenes." He added. The realization then hit Autumn. It wasn't romance he loved, it was sex and slutty stuff he loved. "Pervert," she muttered, making him chuckle.

Hazel’s eyes are wide with determination. “Uh-huh… Didn’t realize love was achieved using a math formula.” I scoff. Wouldn’t falling in love be better than putting on a performance? All the romance novels I have read always made love sound so unpredictable. I mean, I wouldn’t mind finding a mate, but I am not allowed to. So, I live vicariously through my hot, sexy fictional characters. What I wouldn’t give to lick melted marshmallow off one of those Alphas on the cover of my erotic romance novels. I growl in my head… He would have bulging muscles, perfect flowing long hair, and a thick slounge, everything moving in slow motion when he walks… YUMMY! Come to mama!

That's some wishful thinking. I sighed. Sometimes, I really wish to be like Kris when it comes to love. Completely unbothered and detached. I was an incurable romantic. I believed in finding the one. Finding the right one and fighting to be with him. I believed in all kinds of crazy shit even though I wasn't a reader. I don't read those glossy romance novels that Kris brings home. Yet, my wishes and desires were cheesy enough to turn them into a story. F*ck, this sucks.

I awkwardly nod at him. "Nope, you are wrong. You wrote a love story with a classic tragedy at the end." So what?! It is almost a shock, and it's a romance. "It's a romance." I contest. "No, it's not. Let me tell you what's a romance story is." He pauses and stands up. He begins to move as he explains. "A romance story is a type of genre in fiction novel which places its primary focus on a relationship and romantic love between two persons. Usually emotionally satisfying and has an optimistic ending. Romance story always has a happy ending despite the challenges of your plot." Oh! I understand.