Romance Men Novels & Stories

I meet my brothers, they are somewhat comfortable around Arlette, and although they know my true feelings for her, they don’t try to burst her bubble of her thinking we aren’t anything more. “Hey, Little Miss,” Dante calls out sweetly, stealing her from me and hugging her tightly in his arms. When he releases her, Rafe takes over, hugging a little longer. “Let her go now, dudes, go get your own women,” I grunt out, pulling my woman to my side, giving them the evil side eye. Dante and Rafe share a knowing look and crack up laughing, grinning about something only they can understand. “Fine, Romeo, our hands are off your woman,” Rafe teases, throwing his hands sin the air, feigning resignation.

He was one of the most powerful men in existence. “Okay um…what do you want to know?” I asked. “How many men have you been with?” I nearly choked on my drink. “Um, just two and you’re one of them.” “Good, I like a woman who hasn’t been around.” Roman nodded. “How many women have you been with?” “At least twenty.” “Oh my,” I whispered. “But I did it for you. For my mate. I wanted to make sure that I was completely experienced for when I met you. I wanted to satisfy you in every single way. And I clearly did that last night, so fucking all those women was worth it.”

"Jen, have you ever considered that Luke's ideal type might be someone like that?" "Like what?" "A pampered little wife!" "Wendy, how could you come up with such a crazy idea?" Luke is a workaholic. The person he likes should be someone who can match him, someone he doesn't need to spend too much time taking care of. "Luke is so sharp-tongued, a delicate girl would end up in tears eight hundred times a day." "Men enjoy making their beloved girls cry and then consoling them afterwards. It's called romance! Do you understand?"

"Now you've just made me more anxious." He smiles. "You'll just have to deal with it. I can't tell you now." We kiss. "How about you? How was your day? Old men flirt with you?" I giggle. "Who said anything about old men?" Roman's eyes darken even though he's still smiling and it's the most comical sight. I can't help but laugh harder. "You're impossible, you know that? It's so easy to piss you off." "You're gonna make me sit in that café all day, baby," he warns. "Fighting off men who even dare to look at you. I'm not afraid of a fight. I know I'll win."

“Not unless you are uncomfortable with it.” I look at the three handsome men before me. Dante was by far much MUCH sexier and handsome than Charley and Frank, but they both had sex appeal of their own. Being warriors, they had bodies that looked like they were sculpted by the goddess herself. Charley had brown hair and brown eyes and a baby face with a chiseled jawline that made most she-wolves instantly shy. Frank looked more mature and stoic, always. He had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, but maintained a more serious bravado. “What about you guys? Is this going to be awkward for y'all?” I ask Frank and Charley.

odd. “What kind of movie do you like?” he asks, setting it down. “Anything,” I answer. “Romance? I’m sure.” “Yes.” “Typical.” I raise a brow. “Is there anything wrong with romance?” “Yes. It gives women a twisted idea of what life should be. Happily ever after, perfect guy, perfect life, blah, blah, blah.” “You’re just bitter,” I say flatly. “I’m not bitter.” He smirks. “I’m the devil.”

I said evenly and turned away. I couldn't let myself start appreciating his handsome, flawless features that oozed masculine strength and confidence. It was too risky. Romano had made it clear that this was a marriage of convenience; we were to have no personal interest in one another until we figured things out. Not to mention that I still didn't know what his revenge was “We're here.” Romano's voice sounded different, more clipped than it had just been.

A strange smile appeared on Dante’s face. “Thomas Rinaldi.” The room became quiet. I noticed immediately. Because for the first time all morning, Romano looked irritated. Not angry. Not annoyed. Irritated. Which was somehow worse. “Who is Thomas?” I asked. Dante answered first. “Rich.” Romano looked away. “Arrogant.” “Charming.” “Manipulative.” “Successful.” “Insufferable.” I looked between them. “Do you like him?” “No.” They answered at exactly the same time.

Romano left no chance to taunt me today and in between that, she showed me the reality of the mafia world. " Married men do keep mistresses, it's common in our world but you have my loyalty. I will rip my heart out of my chest before even thinking of loving someone other than you." his long, slender fingers cupped my cheeks, tilting my face towards him. " And what if I fall out of love?" I bit my tongue, watching his beautiful face turn into an angry one. " Then I'll make you fall in love with me, again and again till the end of the time." He smirks, spinning me around.

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