Romance Mobilism Novels & Stories

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

"She's out to get me. She faked her death. She faked the whole dramatic exit. She'll show up once I've paid my dues." He clung to that belief. It was all he had. Even if the love he felt was nothing but a side effect of some drug. Even if that love had curdled into something dark. Nora was beside herself, crying next to him. Francis watched her, and after a long pause, a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Natalie loved me. She'd come running back the second she heard I was off the market." Nora, eyes red and swollen, looked up at Francis on bended knee and heard him say softly, "Nora, let's go ahead with the wedding, okay?

As I hurried toward the building, distracted by my racing thoughts, I suddenly bumped into someone—a gorgeous woman with an air of confidence . “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she apologized first, her smile warm and sincere. I managed a small, hesitant smile in return, my earlier frustration still clouding my mood. “It’s okay, we’re both at fault,” I replied, extending my hand out of habit. “Rachel,” I said, my tone clipped but polite. “Bianca,” she introduced herself, her grip firm as we shook hands. There was something disarming about her, but before I could think more about it, a commotion caught both our attention.

They were dark, calculating, and filled with a fire that promised to burn his carefully laid plans to ash. She moved with a grace that was "untouchable". Every step was a defiance of the "wife on paper" role he had assigned her. As she reached the altar, Carmine Lombardi placed her hand in Roman’s. Her skin was cool, but her grip was firm—stronger than any "disposable" princess should be. The Vows

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”