Romance Lover Novels & Stories

The sight of it brought back a flood of memories, bittersweet and poignant. “You are a lover of dark romance?” I asked, narrowing my eyes in shock. The question hung in the air, almost surreal. Cole looked at me and then at the cover of the book. “Yes, I am. I’m actually a lover of dark romance and I really like this book. I have read it before, but then I just skim through some pages when I’m bored or better still when I want to reconnect back with the characters,” Cole said, his voice filled with a quiet passion. Gosh, he was using the exact words I would have used if I was the one asked the question.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

"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.

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.

“This cold-blooded and blind man, I’ll punch him every time I see him. Until no one would be able to recognize him.” The corner of Christina’s lips lifted into a grin. “You talk like you’re a one-woman man!” “I’m a fickle lover because I haven’t met the one I love. If I meet her, I’ll definitely be the world's most loyal man to her!”

Now, she was with him, the one she loved and was fated to love her, given by the One above. “I must say Someone planned on dropping my passport all along, for you to pick it up,” she said, caressing his face. “He must love both of us for us to meet in such a circumstance,” he agreed, beaming at her lovingly. “I can’t complain as I’m lucky it was you, Harman.” “I can say the same, iubirea mea. After all, I was destined for you to stop playing games with men. But tonight, we’ll both play to our hearts’ content!” he said, kissing her once more until she was panting and sweating again. -- The end --

He asked. "Yeah, sure." I hand them to him and he glances at each one of them, it allowed me to look at his face and I noticed he had long lashes and a straight nose, he is so handsome. "These are a good book, the author is a great philosopher." He told me and I smile like a dummy, this is one thing you do when you start falling in love. "You did good in the riddles, I was impressed by how many you answered correctly." His eyes danced with a smile as he stares at me.

“They like happy endings—just like mystery book readers—but romance readers care more about the character than the plot. mystery and thrillers deal with how to solve the crime, the puzzle, and stop the bad guy. romance is usually about emotion — which I don't know how to write well — and the development of character, two people overcoming adversity and conquering love. Conquer love. With Jeffrey, I felt like love had miraculously landed on the Conquer love. With Jeffrey, I felt like love had miraculously landed on the my door. So, when things got tough, I assumed that he never really had me. loved. None of us grew an inch from the moment we met to the the day we got divorced. I had grown old

“You should start driving your own car from now on, you are really irritating.” “Yay, dearest Romeo,” he says mischievously, with sparking eyes. My cousin is really irritating and childish! I stop responding to him and turn the music volume really high until I don’t hear his voice. Mmh, can I be her Romeo? That body of hers would be divine. Scratch that, that’s a tragic story, I don’t even know why it is regarded as romantic. Two lovers committing suicide is nothing close to being romantic. I am certain that ours would be worse than that. It would definitely end with two murders instead of suicides. That does not stop me from imagining her being all mine though.

"You can't like anyone other than my brother. You're his." This girl had a serious sense of loyalty. "You're a believer in that one true love, ride-or-die kind of romance, huh?" I teased. I knew exactly where she got it from—those romance novels she devoured. In those stories, no matter what drama or obstacles the characters face, readers always want them to end up together. And Yuna, with her head full of those romantic fantasies, probably dreamed of that kind of love too—where the main characters are destined for each other, no exceptions.