Romance Mysteries Novels & Stories

"You manage to find time for novels amidst your ever-changing adventures?" A soft smile graced Adrienne's lips as she leaned in, sharing a secret moment between them. "Oh, most certainly. Romance novels, to be precise. Currently, I'm enthralled by 'Love And Everything In-between' by Sarah Raymond. It's an enchanting tale that beautifully captures the essence of love. It resonates with the dreams that dance in my heart," she revealed, her voice filled with a sense of wonder. Ryan couldn't tear his gaze away, captivated by her authenticity and the vivid emotions that colored her words. With a tender gesture, he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Adrienne's ear, his voice ba

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

“I don’t think Miss Williams has spent a lot of time with President Henderson here, huh?” She smiled coldly, not knowing what was his intention. “I didn’t know Mr. Larson is such a busybody.” The latter ignored her and continued speaking to no one in particular. “Young Master Henderson is an expert in romance. I remember he did something so romantic that it almost shook the earth about two years ago!” “Michael Larson!” Matthew’s face fell as he called out to the man with his full name. His tone was filled with intimidation. “President Henderson, is it just me or do you seem slightly nervous?” Michael revealed an enigmatic smile. His eyes were filled with indifference.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

Evelyn accidentally discovered something while visiting Adrian’s apartment. A notebook. Filled with observations. Pages and pages of them. About her. Evelyn likes tea but drinks coffee when stressed. Evelyn listens to music late at night. Evelyn touches her necklace when she’s nervous. Evelyn laughs when she feels uncomfortable. Her hands began to shake. Adrian walked into the room. “You read it.” Evelyn looked at him in disbelief. “You’ve been studying me.” “Observing,” he corrected. “That’s the same thing!”

Asher was driving along the lower Manhattan street of Hudson in the Tribeca area, he was done with the day's work and was in the neighborhood to pick up Cassidy Myers from work, he knew a steamy bonk was in the cards tonight. Cassidy is Asher's secret lover, a tall, thirty-five-year-old divorcee with bottle-blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She runs a gallery in the Tribeca neighborhood, which she acquired from the large sum she got from her divorce from her ex-husband. Asher found Cassidy already waiting for him as he parked by the sidewalk of her gallery. "Thanks for coming to get me, lover boy," Cassidy said as she slipped into the car, giving Asher a peck on the side of his neck. "My place

“I tried to protect you by pushing you away. But you won’t let me.” “Because I want all of you,” I gasped, cupping his face. “The control, the secrets, the danger. All of it.” Roman’s pace sped up again, turning wild. Sweat dripped from his body onto mine. He fucked me like he was scared to lose me, deep and possessive. I came a second time, harder, my whole body shaking as my pussy gushed around him. “Roman, fuck, I’m coming again.” He groaned loud and buried himself deep, cock pulsing as he filled me with hot cum. Rope after rope pumped into me until it leaked out around his shaft.

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

She caressed the words with her fingertips as she read them aloud. Protect her at the cost of your life Elle est la solution She sighed in confusion and she was exhausted to solve the mystery behind these words. She slept that night clutching the memoir and letter to her chest. A little girl was unaware of the sacrifices that words hold.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.