Romance Mobilism Novels & Stories

“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?”

Hands roamed, clutching at slick flesh, mouths devouring whimpers and gasps of pleasure. As their movements built to a frantic crescendo, Nicolai caught Alessia's gaze, their eyes locking with an intimacy that transcended the physical joining of their bodies. In that moment, everything - the violence of their pasts, the uncertainty of the future, the weight of the choices they had made - fell away, leaving only the unwavering truth of their love.

Love is what gives meaning to everything. As for her, she didn't want to postpone the guarantee of having control of her own destiny, pressured purely by necessity. Ambition is the summary of the true objective of her life, according to herself, but, in the minds of the traditional residents of Romântica, this relationship boils down to a series of possible mistakes that tradition does not usually forgive. “Here in Romantica, you should only marry for love! If the motivation is different, the union becomes a prison and the result is pain or separation.” Says an almost century-old lady.

] Ava remained by the window, staring at Niel's car, which was still parked there. She almost could not resist going down to look for Niel. She pictured herself flying into his arms, him embracing her tightly, and them sharing a romantic and passionate kiss, just like in those rom-com movies. However, she held back. She had learned something from Randall — women who were too forward would not be cherished by men, and those who were too easily won over would not be valued either. Although Niel appeared to be a decent person, Ava had been burnt once, and she was not about to let it happen again.

The engine came to life, and they sped away from the forest. She kept going at a very high speed that Rita had to hold on tightly despite using the seat belt, as the car kept tossing them while climbing over stones and through the woods. Camella continued speeding before she came to a crossroad, she faced Rita and asked for which one they took when they were coming but the later was confused. I’m sorry I did not really pay attention so I don’t know which it is. Damn, Camella shouted, showing hint of frustration, she swallowed two breaths before she turned to her again. Look at me she said as calmly as she can conjure, you need to remember because if you don’t we will be back in the house in

“Seduce him. Romance him. Make him fall in love with you . . .” How can I do that? I’m done in seducing him, and romancing him, but make him fall in love to me? Is beyond impossible. That’s really next to impossible. He won’t fall in love with me. This is just a marriage for convenience. Both Callum and Dad were benefiting in this marriage, our companies were now . . . merging. And because of Callum agreeing to Daddy’s proposal, he is very happy because he will be able to enter Callum’s company without difficulty. And I wonder what Daddy can do.

She thought about her love for Liam and how it had given her the courage to embark on this mission, even if it meant putting herself in danger. As they approached the Lycan Pack, Penelope's heart raced faster, and her palms grew sweaty with anticipation. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves and focus on the task at hand. She knew that this was a critical moment that would determine the success of their mission and the fate of their love. The journey had been long and challenging, but Penelope was ready to face whatever lay ahead. With determination in her heart and Liam in her mind, she urged her horse forward, ready to confront her destiny.

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“To show this school what true bonds are. What romantic is. And I need you in order to prove it—not just here, but to the world.” Minsung blinked, scoffing. “Romantic? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Joonwoo’s smile grew. “Romantic means… you don’t fight for dominance or thrills. You fight for passion. For goals. For friends. For something you can call a dream.” The alley went quiet again. The words carried further than Joonwoo realized. Even Seojun and Dongpil exchanged looks, their expressions briefly shaken. Minsung let out a short laugh, his smirk returning.

he said and laugh but I didn't care about what he's saying I just want to have sex with him. "Ahhh" "Ohh, Ugh" "Uhm" All you wanna hear in cubicles is our moan. I don't know if someone can hear us but I faster thrusting and after a minute with both reached our orgasm. We fixed our clothes before we go out but on the side of the door bathroom, Ralph was there and looked hurt. I came back to my sense and I realized that I hurt the person who treats me special and made me feel loved but I cano teach my heart to love him because someone already owns my heart and it's Genesis.