Romance Men Novels & Stories

She was pretty, but she kept bowing her head, as if she's trying so hard to disappear into the shadows. Meanwhile, the man wore a general's uniform with dozens of medals pinned on it. Judging by his arrogant stance and condescending tone, he did not earn those medals. I smiled tightly. "Ah, pardon my manners. I'm Duke Anton Fontaine of Michestershire. I thought you would have known me, but clearly you didn't take the time to memorize the faces of your soon-to-be family?" He tsked, but held his hand out to me and looked like I should be grateful to be in his presence.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

“What are you teaching my wife?” A male voice booms out even as the door opens, another tall man coming into the room, obviously a Romano by the dark hair, the broad shoulders, the confident stride. He glances around the room but moves immediately to Giana, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his mouth hungrily to hers.

Mark. He grinned as he made himself comfortable next to me, his hand casually placed on my shoulder. "I could have never guess you write forbidden romance," he admitted hoarsely. "Let alone forbidden...erotica." "Why? You think love alone completes a romance story?" I folded my arms over my chest. He shrugged. "Isn't the essence of romance all about love?" I shook my head. "Love makes people dumb. I think I'II just stick to sex over love in romance, it's less complicated."

"Sometimes I wonder if you're seriously okay. What happened to offering him a fûcking cup of coffee? The night was freezing!" This time, Calla laughed harder and shook her head. "I think you're the one who seriously needs a check-up." "No, you're the one," Rina shot back instantly. "Can't you see what's in front of you? One of the most handsome, hottest, and richest men in the world? Hello?" "You've been watching too many romance dramas, Rina." Rina pointed her fork at her. "And you've been avoiding reality. The man clearly likes you. He's got that look every time you're around—don't even try to deny it."

She says, gesturing with her hand. " Um and that's it." I say, awkwardly looking around the room. " That's it?" " Hmm?" I nod, still not looking at her. " Wow, please don't tell me you are one of those boring young couples." My eyes snap to her. " Pfft, no. Nothing about being with Roman O'Connor is boring. He is exciting, he makes me feel all giddy and he makes me feel like I am the only girl in his world. Sure he can be demanding and act crazy at times. He overreacts sometimes, he's possessive, loyal, attractive, a real man, and damn he is fine. He's literally a dream and the most important thing I am confident about, is his love for me. " I say, having risen to my feet and literally stari

"I believe in you. You're beautiful and smart. I'm sure many men are still chasing you until now." Romana laughed. "Not to brag but those who courted me came from well-known families and take note, they all have good looks." Vincent stretched barely from sitting and put his arm on the back of the bench they were sitting on. His arm comes across like leaning on the woman's shoulder. Romana looked at him but also looked away. "So, why didn't you accept them? You might have a husband now," he questioned. Romana tilted on his arm, which is why their skins were thoroughly touching. He discreetly smiled because they seemed to be comfortable with each other.

"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.

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?

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I