Romance Lover Novels & Stories

He is just a creature who lacks love, a love that can tap into the deepest recesses of his heart. Let Romeo promise. It's not Romeo and Juliet who are the fairy tales of the mortal world, but Rena and Romeo who can dominate the hearts of every lover.

his wolf. what a bunch of crap that was. No we will just have to tell him you are mine. I am no one's until there is a ring on this finger thankyou. Well fine then and I get up and go to my room and getting her engagement ring I have it for years just waiting for her. He smiles as he picks up and walks back out to the living room. He walks up to her kneeling in front of her. So about that I have had this ring since we were in high-school and I wanted it to be more romantic but when does anything go right for us huh. So will you do me the honor of being your husband. Omg yes are you crazy I mean finally it took you long enough I know sorry and he puts the ring on her finger and stands up loo

And between her thighs, the expert caresses of that afternoon's second lover. She was not a bad person, not at all. She was just a woman in love with her lover, who used all kinds of blackmail and trickery to keep him by her side. For an instant, he thought Arthur would refuse since he wasn't one of those who liked threesomes in that way. But she did it to punish him and show him that she was in charge of their relationship.

“No, I don’t. I don’t mix well with horror of any kind— movies, books, or games— because I’m a scaredy cat. I can’t even stand scary campfire stories.” “Then what do you read?” “Well…” He started, averting his gaze from mine, and his face turned redder. “I’m more of a romantic story kind of guy.” Why wasn’t I surprised? He was so adorable and soft-looking that he kind of pegged me as the kind of guy who wore his heart on his sleeves. “I’m a sucker for romance too!” I chipped, and his head jerked back at me. “Really?” Liam’s voice was soft and his face glowed at my words. “What’s your favourite book?”

Not seeing any other way out of this one, I answer "I love reading: Romance novels, Watching: Romance movies, listening to and singing to-" "Romance songs" he completes, rudely cutting me off with a smirk in place. "You're way off bro, I meant to say, "love songs" I proudly correct to which he chuckles, "Same difference" He quips, with a scoff at me like he finds my likes childish and amusing. I shrug, same difference or not I love proving his arrogant self wrong. "So, you're a Romantic, shocking" He smiles as if noticing a new side of me.

I sat down next to Grace. grabbed the bottle from the desk, and took a good swig; I needed to clear my mind. "That guy isn't going to let you go so easily; it's very sweet of him to want to fight for your love," she said dreamily. I took another swig. "Hayden is very cute; I think out of all the guys you've been with, he's the closest to what you're looking for; he's so romantic and persistent," she said.

“Wow. Romantic.” “I’m serious,” I said, stepping in front of him so he couldn’t avoid my eyes anymore. “Just… let’s go out somewhere when everything calms down. Ice cream, noodles, I don’t care. Anywhere that’ll make you stop frowning like someone stole your heart.” Kyle huffed. “I wasn’t frowning. But someone definitely stole my heart.” “Ok for the heart, I'm not planning on returning it but for the frowning, you were,” I said. “Hard that I thought your face was stuck.”

Love replied. “Okay love, what about me? Huh?” Belle asked wondering. “What do you mean, what about you?” Love replied. “Well I mean, do I also not strike you as a romantic? Do i strike you as the sexual type?” Belle asked eagerly. “Well Belle, if you must know, you’re never open about these things. You always talk about how much you hate and despise guys. How you think they are all so disgusting and disrespectful. Literally, no guy who has ever had a crush on you, didn’t end up getting crushed by you.

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

“One thing, to write a romance novel.” “Me too. Never liked those types of novels.” “There is one more type that I don't like.” “What type is that?” “Where the husband cheats his wife, and she faithfully prays that he will return to her and that they will live happily ever after.” “Just, look at our Lady Vertina.” “What's with her?” “The last time, I heard about her, she had three lovers and two husbands.” “Three lovers and two husbands? ” “Yes. Do you know, what's the best part?”