Novel & Cerita Romance Men

Like walking into a negotiation I never agreed to. “Ethan,” she said again, her voice shaking slightly. “If you open that door, nothing stays the same.” I paused with my hand on the handle. Nothing had been the same since she walked back into my life. I glanced at her over my shoulder. “Stay behind me.” The lock clicked. I opened the door slowly. Two men stood there in dark suits. Polished. Unbothered. One of them smiled faintly, like this was a scheduled meeting instead of a threat.

I informed her in case she wasn't aware. "Isn't that a blessing? Have you forgotten that vampire? Isn't he a better man than that fool we have as mate? More handsome, sexy, caring, lovely, adorable, muscular, and angelic..." She swooned. Her tone was full of joy as I found myself blushing with my face beamed up with smiles. The face of Jaden appeared on my head, his smooth and soothing voice that embraces me like a warm blanket when he talked to me filled my ears and It was like a breathe of fresh air as I exhaled and grinned. My hand went into my pocket and I felt his bracelet.

I suddenly decided to go through YouTube and check out the info about the previous casts. It sounds pretty fun and interesting for those who really went there to act as married couples. In my case, I have an agenda for being here, and I do not have the time to be lovey-dovey with someone. In fact, Leo is not my husband—the word itself feels heavy on my tongue. I am on this show as a single person trying to find out my enemies' weak points. I never had serious relationships. The longest one only lasted for three days, and I broke up with him because I didn’t like the way he ate.

“Is there a reason you’re talking to me, or are you just bored of hearing your own voice?” Camille chuckled, amused by the jab. “Oh, I’m just being… helpful. You should know men like Damien don’t do forever. They play, they get bored, they move on. Especially when they weren’t the ones who started the game.” Serena frowned. “What game?”

Damn! Mum hit a landmark with this one. He stepped out of his sleek black sports car majestically, taking a proud look at the surroundings. He was probably in his mid-forties. He looked so strong and masculine, his muscles flexing beneath his well-tailored suit. It was obvious that he worked out frequently. His face was clean-shaven, with a strong jawline that enhanced his poise. He had strong straight legs and a neatly trimmed beard. His height was impressive - a towering iron god.

“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.”

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?

“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!”

"I'm not, sweetheart. Well, long story short, Italian men are mostly attracted to Italian women or Latinas. Our women are more daring and bold, so naturally we love them. You're Americano and you're the youngest I've seen them with, so you see?" It's out of my mouth before I could even stop it. "What about Americano? What happened to them?" His lips twitched, then softened into something almost apologetic. Almost. "Weak" he said simply, letting the word linger. "Weak?" I shot back, my brows deepened. "Yeah, sweetheart. Deboli. Your women bend too easily, and your men?" He gave a short laugh, shaking his head. "Half of them are dickheads, and the other half are pussies. No backbone."