Romance Men Novels & Stories

Who is he? "WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE?" he shouted and I was so scared. His veins were bulging and I have never seen him this angry. Who is this man? Why is Romano so angry? How was it guys? Who is the man? As you can see both have completely different views about woman. Do you think he will ever fall in love with her? and she? Can she ever accept him. for me it looks not possible. what do you think will happen now?

And after a small pack on my lips he drives off. Sometimes i wonder if he's scared or something, scared of being too close to me.....we kiss and cuddle but that's it! But for me it's not enough! I want to be swept off my feet and burn down in desire by a real man, not this sweet pack thingy on the cheek or lips, it doesn't even make me feel anything!! But i don't want to break his heard by telling him that he needs to improve his romance skill, especially the kissing part!"

I froze at his unexpected question, my mind spinning as images of the two men flashed through my mind. Both kisses were unique in their own ways, each one leaving a different kind of imprint. Dalton’s kiss was rough, yet sweet and tender. Roman’s was also rough, yet full of passion and intense. They were different. Same as their personalities. Comparing them was like comparing apples to oranges. “Well?” Roman forced an answer out of me. "Well," I started, my voice strong. "We have Mars, so I guess you automatically win." “So you’re admitting I’m the best?” The praise had already gotten to his head.

I didn't want him to come to the fashion show because Nick will be there and now Nate wants to come too! "My assistant can handle it. I would rather be with you my sweet." "I can't wait to see you!" I tried to hide my anxiety. "That's great because I just landed in Rome. I'm coming to Florence mi amore. I'm coming to see you. I can't wait to make love to your beautiful body Marianna." I laughed rather awkwardly. "I can't wait." "I love you. See you soon." Three men have professed their love to me. Wayne, Nate and Raúl. I'm only willing to say it to one of them; Nate.

she continued. "Come inside. You can come in" the other man invited them in. "And we are not married" he said to them as they walked in excitedly. "You're still courting, right. How many years did we spend in courtship?" Raymond continued their drama. "Hell of years, you were afraid to get married then" Grace stared him down. "No, we are not courting. We are not lovers. We are business partners" the other man corrected them. "I understand, the kind of business partners that stay together in the same room. A piece of advice, if you like him don't hesitate" Raymond held the man's hand passionately with both of his hands.

“So were we.” Elena’s eyes widened. Raphael turned to her, fighting a laugh. “Oh, really?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Well, we’re engaged.” “And we have a bed,” Elena added quickly, her tone playful as she stood a little taller behind him. That made everyone laugh, the tension breaking instantly. “I’m James, by the way,” said one of the men, extending a hand. “Raphael,” Raphael replied, shaking it. The other man chuckled. “Raphael too? What are the odds?”

Dennis looked down on the table and back at her, "You don't expect me to see a beautiful lady sitting next to me without expecting me to stare" Cassandra cheeks flushed red, she tried to hide it but it was very obvious to Dennis. Dennis smiled, "You are dead gorgeous Cassandra, did you notice the way those men were staring at you?" he inquired using his eyes to point at them Cassandra turned back but the room was filled with men and women so it would be impossible for her to know the exact man Dennis is referring to. To her surprise, Dennis held her hand and that brought her attention back to him. She stared deeply into his eyes, her heart beating so loud that she felt she was going to melt

And I have to pay my father a visit. “So is everything ok?” I asked, faking interest as Damien flashed me a sweet smile. Yes I called him Damien because we’re equals. “Yes,the ball is about to start fully, we’re going to dance I hope my beautiful lady knows her steps?” He asked as I contemplated on saying yes but thought otherwise. “No……I….I… wasn’t thought” I replied as he chuckled and pulled me to the dance floor. The soft music glided along with our steps as we danced gracefully. I could feel the angry stares of vampires and lustful looks from men but none of that is my problem.

Élliot scoffed loudly pointing at a man who just sat quietly at a corner, he had this petite figure unlike the other men present, who were all tall and bulky. "I thought we've gone past that, Émile Gaston, there's no backing out, why don't we just leave him behind…" Another scary man spoke for the first time, nothing but annoyance was written on his face, he looked like someone who had no joy in him at all. "Montenero is right, what's the meaning of all this, quit acting like a woman, women are weak" another chimed in. " I agree with Eugene on this," Moreau said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Bring it on, vampire. I'm ready for anything." With a playful gleam in his eyes, Jonathan leaned in and captured my lips once again, this time with a mix of tenderness and mischief. Our laughter dissolved into a passionate embrace. At that moment, surrounded by the aroma of breakfast cooking and the warmth of our connection, I realized that our love was not just about the serious moments or the battles we faced. It was also about finding joy and laughter in the simplest of moments, cherishing the lightheartedness that kept our spirits alive.