Romance Lover Novels & Stories

“Make me yours, Jonathan.” I whispered in a seductive tone, closing the distance between our lips. The desire to feel him inside me overwhelmed me, and I longed for our souls to merge forever, untouchable by anyone who would dare to separate us. “It’s unbelievable that this moment has finally arrived, the day I’ll claim you. I’ve been eagerly awaiting this day, which felt like an eternity. Thank you, my angel, for never giving up on me. I love you so much. You are a precious gift from God.” He confessed, his eyes brimming with love and deep desire as he gazed at me.

I lightly chuckled while I ran my finger around the top of my glass. "Well, aside from me being a hopeless romantic, I have always enjoyed reading and watching supernatural romance. I always read books where a human and werewolf or some other supernatural being fall in love or found out that they were soulmates. I always found it cute and romantic and many times than once I found myself fantasying about basically being in their shoes. I mean, having someone that will love you forever and would never even once think to cheat on you, that's a dream come true." I softly explained with a dreamy smile on my lips.

"Tell me about the book you were reading. What is it about?" P**n. Flushing, I bite my lip "It's a romantic story" and by romance, I mean a girl getting railed by three men at once. I wasn't kidding when I said I'd gotten to the spicy part. She was finally going to sleep with all three of them together. Lucky bitch. "Ah, you're a romantic then?" Anti-romantic. People who say they're in love are full of shit. I believe in power, loyalty, and money.

I muttered, licking my lips while pouting. “Maybe you can say, lover? Since you are not a slut.” He clears his voice as he continues with his business. “I'm not married to Abby, or anyone else, so you're just my lover.” He said without a bit of tact. I was going to ask him if he had a heart, but I knew what the answer was. Then he finishes sewing the dress, breaking the thread with his rabbit teeth. “Ready,” he said, showing me the pearl-colored dress.

Could it be a wrong package? Cautiously, I opened the envelope first and neat familiar handwriting greeted me. ‘Thought this might suit the evening better than rain soaked business attire. Looking forward to seeing you shine. — Roman.’ My face broke in a small smile as I read the note over and over again. A minute later, tears flooded my eyes, blurring my vision. A tear slipped from my eyes and landed on the note. This was something ‘my’ Roman would do. Back then when our lives was still perfect and before life decided to play its tricks on us. He was the type of lover whose love language was acts of service. Always had a thing for random gifts and sweet notes.

The canals of Venice were the perfect setting to showcase their romantic side. “What don’t you get?” Julie bit her lip and sighed deeply before continuing, “How you do all of this… I mean, I… I don’t know. You know we’ve only just met, and—” “Marry me, Julie.”

She beamed at me from across the room, her cheeks flushed with enthusiasm. I took a deep breath, rolling my eyes at the sudden festivity. Valentine’s Day, a day to be reminded that romance could be a fairy tale for others but a tired story for me. The dream’s ghost whispered at the back of my mind, and I shoved it aside with a sigh. Emma pointed at the poster plastered near the bulletin board. It featured two clocks perfectly synchronized, below the tagline: The Perfect Lover. "Isn't it romantic?" Emma gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “If I could, I wish... well, maybe someday I’ll find someone like that.” She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movi

I knew I was capable because he moaned my name softly, the delicacy in his touches and voice. And at that moment, I knew it was love that I felt, what I asked for, and what we were doing. And that drove me crazy, insane. And I realized I would do anything for him and to keep him close to me. And I didn’t care about the consequences; the world was small compared to our universe. The world was all I wanted to face, as long as he remained there. Inside me. Being the protagonist of my wildest, loveliest, and wildest dreams..

“He offered me lessons in return for what? Silence? Weapons? A partnership?” Maria’s face shifted. For the first time since she’d stepped into the lamplight, I saw a flicker of irritation. “Loren is a surgeon. He always wants to cut. He will help you learn to wield. But do not mistake him for a lover. His knife never asks who will mend.” A crack of sound then too close and too human. A shot. Sharp as bone. Damien sagged into me like a prop giving out. Warmth pooled under his coat and I smelled iron, loud and immediate. He looked up, and his mouth was a small, stubborn crescent.

"I don't want your money. I'm not that type of woman!" I crumpled up the card in my hand and flung it back at him, my hand shaking. He looked at it on the floor but didn't stoop down and pick it up. "You'll get it after I'm gone," he shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. "You're acting. That's all." "Acting?" I struggled to get the word out, horrified. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be unloved in your own home? To give all—your body, your health, your soul—and be treated as a