Romance Man Novels & Stories

He holds a similar energy just like his father's but I refuse to be intimidated by him. "I don't want to have anything to do with you, clearly you're nothing like the girls I like. You're simply not my type". he smirks as his grey eyes scan me, more like checking me out. Oh I definitely know how to deal with cocky jerks like you! "The feeling is mutual Mr..." I try to remember his name "Nathan" he completes "Nathan" I repeat. You can't be my type, you're too old for me, what are you like, 30?"

bisexuality, he smiled, and although he did not understand it, he said that only once in college he tried a man's member, but he had not been penetrated, he told it while he ran his tongue over her breasts, that story excited her too much, She asked him to continue with his story, as she gently slipped her hand into his pants, his dick was hard, she pulled out her nipples, and asked him to suck them like when she sucked her partner that day, he was on fire almost completely, he continued kissing her passionately, his excitement continued, she went down with her lips and started the best for him, were you as good as me? , Feel how I do it to you and tell me about it, Emiliano Romero's excite

Who is this man that is incredibly handsome and so rude at the same time, it slowly began to anger her that she held her hand in a fist, her eyebrows furrowed in rage. "You don't have to be angry, he is like that at times" a voice said beside her. Genevieve turned to her side and was surprised to see a young man, he had dark hair just like the rude guy she just encountered, his lips were pink, full eyebrows and two dimples rested on his cheeks, his gray eyes fixed on her. Genevieve couldn't deny that this guy is handsome too but he isn't up to the looks of this rude guy who just treated her like she is trash. "I am sorry, my twin brother can be mean at times" he walked closer to her with a s

I even wanted to snub my dad and his crazy wife when they opened the door. Even though Dinam was acting, I was really sincere. His gaze was so intense that I felt tingles in my lower abdomen. Although when I met him I didn't pay attention to his features, I realized later, more specifically on our wedding day, that Dinam is indeed a handsome man. From the top of his 1.80, he has an ebony complexion which is very shiny. He is very well built with chocolate bars on his chest. When he undressed yesterday after leaving the bathroom, I just wanted to put my hands on his chest and take refuge in his arms. He looked like an athlete, his silhouette was so well formed. Besides those charms that would

I tried to act brave for as long as I could pull it off, but soon, I grew tired and slumped to the floor helplessly. "Get up, bitch!" The man, I was beginning to think, was the Alpha’s Beta, bellowed at me harshly. Whether he was referring to my gender as a female wolf or merely calling me names, I could not decipher because all my brain cells were exhausted from carrying me on so far. I cared less about what they called me and more about my condition.

“Now, pick a ring so we can make this proposal official.” “Official?” Rosa had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. Leave it to Luciano Mancini to make a marriage proposal sound like a corporate merger. “Yes. So the world knows you’re mine,” he said, the sheer severity in his eyes cutting through his light tone. “Again.” Rosa’s breath hitched in her throat. This man was truly something else. One second, he was treating love like a professional business transaction, and the next, he was unleashing a wave of raw, breathless romance that completely knocked her off balance.

“I know I might not be the type of person they would expect at the side of a man like…” “Excuse me, Henry, what exactly are you asking about?” she interrupted. “It’s not ‘whatever this romance is,’ Tanner—it’s what it is,” she stated sharply, casting a cold glance at the man. “It’s a proper romance, plain and simple. There’s no hidden agenda here.” “Perhaps you, Tanner, are focused and level-headed, but forgive me for being blunt—what about this young lady here?” Iván asked. “Explain yourself,” he said firmly.

I struggled to accept the reality of marrying a man old enough to be my father, yet I maintained calm composure throughout the ceremony. When it was time for us to kiss, I finally turned to face the man who was now my husband. For a man pushing towards his fifties, Don Salvatore Romano was incredibly fit and handsome in a suit. He had neatly combed black hair with a bit of grey at the side of his temples, which oddly complemented the trim beard that framed his chiseled jaw. His bleak, honey-brown eyes bore into me as he leaned in to kiss me.

"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 commands and Frank obliges. He then proceeds in taking of his black shirt and black shoes. To be sincere, Roman is one handsome demi God. He has tone abs, large muscles and a sexy breast tattoo. I thought his facial features were attractive, turns out he is a working attractions. He comes at me, but he doesn't go on the offense, he only plays defense. He is fast, maybe twice as fast as I am. I try landing punch after punch but he dortches as though it was not.