Romance Lover Novels & Stories

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

He looked at me with his eyebrows pulled together. "Will you fall in love with them as Belle did? " Jasper's voice sounded beside me. "Boys " Father's raucous voice filled our ears. "I mean, I don't know. It is scary J. I think I would fall for someone safe, easy to handle, harmless, loyal and calm. I think I deserve that, " I voiced my opinions. "I don't think I will be able to handle the anger." I finished. They went quite. I don't know where Taylor comes up with these questions.

I realized I didn’t just want him—I craved him, addicted to the way he touched, the way he looked at me like I was his whole world. He pulled back just enough to look at me, breaths mingling hot and ragged, thumb brushing over my swollen bruised lips. “You have no idea what you’ve started,” he whispered, a dark satisfied smirk tugging his mouth, eyes glinting with promise. “And I have absolutely no intention of ever stopping.” When he leaned back in, taking my mouth again with bottomless hunger, I surrendered completely, letting darkness, heat, and romance swallow us both whole.

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.

Like him, Romana is a very calm person who seems to have no trouble that she can't handle well. "I wanted to ask, what did you like about Vincent? Why did you choose him to marry?" Of all people, why is that cheater? If he wasn't thinking about their relationship as siblings, he might have crushed that man's face last night. A smile escaped Romana's lips. "Because he made me feel loved despite my nasty behavior. That not everything can be bought with money. He made me concede that I am a woman who deserves to be loved by a man like him."

the father said to kiro " yes father" kiro said "You, Joy Guzman, are you accepting Kiro Smith as your wife in hardship and ease?" said the priest to me "Yes father" I said "you may say your vows" "I remember when we first met at church you sniffed me like a dog, I told myself I might stink so you sniffed me hahaha, I teased you before and teased you so you could notice me because you captured my attention that time and then you're pissed because of me because I'm so annoying , when you allowed me to come with you when we watched starry night I know I love you already , but I don't know if you love me, it's good that even though I'm like this you still love me so I'm thankful, remember man

"Sorry, but that's not how it's going to be. My lover is somewhere far in the fictional world where one could not reach except in dreams." "You have a very weird mind." Sophie shrugged and let out a disappointed sigh. "Well I guess that you still won't care even if I tell you that your lover is one fine man. He's very handsome, strong, smart, and kind. You two get along very well." She winked. "Make him rich and we have a deal. Also, make him either a son of a Greek god, a dragon, fairy, or an Egyptian god from the underworld that start with letter A."

“Pimp? It's no pumping. Rather, it is matchmaking. We need to live voraciously through you or don't you think so?” “Why don't I live voraciously through you guys? Or it doesn't work that way?” I quipped. She snorted, “As if. Raine is a flighty lover, never settles in one place. I am skeptical lover, always doubting the sincerity of my lovers and as such dump them before I get dumped. Then, there is you, who is a cynic when it comes to love. The chances are higher for you to fall in love based on Romantic Comedy plot than for us to fall in love. We bet on you and so that's why we are giving you a push so you can open your heart to your boss. Else, the possibility of a wedding anytime soon is

Celeste By morning I was a genre. Not a person. A genre. There’s a kind of headline that gets its own font, and I’d earned it overnight. THE £250,000 BRIDE. HARTWELL’S SECRET DOUBLE LIFE I had apparently slept with Sebastian Huxley six times, blackmailed him twice and killed him once. Productive week.

And it has not been difficult to get her sweet ‘yes’. The hard part is to be her boyfriend and pleased her because she has no qualms in comparing him to the heroes of her favorite romance paperbacks, mostly written by Spring Solitaire — her favorite romance writer. And he wanted to get angry with that author because high standards were stabbing his girlfriend's brain. “Sorry, sweetheart. I'm just thinking about something."