Romance Man Novels & Stories

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

He muttered, body soaked and sweaty. The man drew a seat closer and sat facing Colton. "The name's Roman. And I've waited an entire lifetime for this day." Colton trembled. Staring into the man's eyes felt like staring at death. “You have the wrong man." He blurted. But the man only smiled, folded his arms and sank into the chair. “I have the right man, alright. Just the stupid one that's always ahead of himself." Then he leaned towards Colton again, his scared eye threatening to pierce Colton's heart.

His eyes sparkled with a mix of tenderness and admiration. “I am grateful for you, Jonathan.” I confessed, my voice carrying my love and appreciation. Jonathan’s gaze never wavered from mine, his voice resonating with deep sincerity. “And I am grateful for you, my Angel. You’ve brought light and purpose into my immortal existence.“ Our words hung in the air, intertwining with the rustle of leaves and the gentle sway of the swing. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow across the landscape, Jonathan leaned in and captured my lips in a tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, conveying our deepest emotions and the unbreakable bond we shared.

"Since you're sad you're getting married to him because you don't know a thing about him, I could help you with a little bit of information. "Well, Ryan's a gentle guy - perhaps. I mean, he can be really gentle. But just one rule - don't get him angry. He can be really nasty and dangerous when he's angry; like; he acts crazy. "He's a snub - 100% - and is very full of himself - no doubt. He always wants things done his way and any other person who opposed automatically becomes his enemy. "He can be sweet - perhaps - although, I've never seen him act sweet towards anybody not after he broke up with Naomi."

Why was it so hard for a man about to be fifty to keep his pants up? “Then you can have your fun too. Or did I stop you?” Romano blurted, lighting his cigar. I froze. Have my fun too? Does he mean an open marriage?

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

“What?” “He likes cheese,” he said, all innocent. “And Papi said he fits our family because he’s wild and stubborn too.” I turned my head slow, like a zombie realizing it woke up in the wrong movie. Across the yard, leaning against a black sports car that looked like it had been birthed in some Italian showroom fantasy, stood the man who had ruined my emotional stability for the week. Zane Romano. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, one arm folded, the other holding a cold coffee that had appeared from nowhere. That smile on his face was not a neutral smile. It was the smile that said you’ll be mad but I still win.

he asked. "... I always believe that romances are about rogue men who abuse their mate but love them nevertheless." "Please stop reading books like that. It ruins the reputation of a humble man like me." Now he's looking at me with no signs of coldness, picks my hand from his forehead, and kisses my knuckles. "I love you even without the mate bond. I cannot... I just can't... do what you specified." I smiled inevitably and I think it made me look angelic.

Even the house servant couldn’t help but give a subtle smile before turning to leave. I stared at the note again. Bride to be. This was getting real. “Who’s this man and where can I order a Rob please? I rolled my eyes. “Stop ittt…..he’s just sweet” “Just sweet? No girl.” She drew me in closer, holding up my chin. “Sweet is chocolate, sweet is ordering pizza when I’m hungry. This man is a romantic, don’t you see?” Part of me still remained scared. His gestures only made way for feelings I didn’t plan towards and that made me even more scared.

She didn't know who it was but the voice showed that the person she had just bumped into was a wealthy, domineering, and power-filled man. She disengaged quickly and her face met with an extremely handsome man. His eyes were so blue, that he would be contesting with the sea. His hair was dark and wavy. His nose was pointy and beautiful. His lips were pink and full. And his body was well built, slender, and beautiful. It was Warren Lannister. She had seen him a couple of times on social media but she had never met him in real life until now. Looking at him, she felt like backing away. She wished the floor would just open and swallow her up because it was better than the intimidating aura that