Romance Nocel Novels & Stories

I searched around for my keys, going up the steps, "You want to come in for a spell? I got a cheesy horror Christmas movie with your name on it!" "Pass," Noelle sipped her egg-nog iced cappuccino, dead reindeer earmuffs on. "I got a hot date tonight!" "Anyone, I know?" "No, I hope not. I think it'd be a little too friendly if my man was one of your regulars. Sorry, Ronnie. I'm not the sister-wives type." "Pity, more of me to myself then. See you tomorrow?" "With bells on!" And she gave her black and green head a shake, letting the bells on her earmuffs go wild as I laughed myself inside.

With a cold edge to her voice, Noelle replied, "Oh, so it's one of those brother-sister romances, with no blood ties involved?" Christian's brow furrowed slightly.

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.”

"So, I'd like to ask, what kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves using a girlfriend's supplementary card to buy the mentee a Tiffany necklace? What kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves booking a king-size room together at a hot spring hotel?" The room erupted in murmurs. Everly's face turned pale. She instinctively grabbed onto Jeremy's sleeve. "You... You're lying! That was for work!" she screamed. I gestured for Justin Orson to play the projection. On the screen appeared a list of transactions alongside corresponding social media posts. [December 1: Thank you for the necklace, Jeremy. I love it.] [Transaction: 2000 dollars charged to Jeremy's supplementary card.] [December 24:

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I picked up my phone and opened the chat with my assistant. Roman: Tomorrow morning, have the florist deliver two dozen black roses to Noelle Carter’s apartment. Add a note: “Not as a demand. As a promise that I can be patient. When you’re ready to stop running, I’ll be here. Properly this time.” Send them before nine in the evening to her home address. I set the phone down and dragged a hand through my wet hair. I was done playing games. Done with half-measures and stolen touches. If Noelle wanted to be courted, I would court her like she deserved. With flowers, dates, patience, the whole damn thing.

She crossed the room, the firelight catching the sharp lines of her features, making her look every bit the mafia heiress she was born to be. Nico leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing. “You didn’t come here to scold me.” She stopped in front of his desk, arms crossed. “You’re right. I came to warn you.” At that, his gaze sharpened. “Go on.” Noelle tilted her head, studying him. Sometimes she swore her brother thought he could carry the entire world on his shoulders without bending. But there were cracks, and she knew exactly where to push. “The Volkovs,” she said softly, almost savoring the name. “Word is, Dimitri’s been taking an interest. Not in business. Not in land. In a girl.”

I glanced at the screen — a message from Roman. James will be there in thirty minutes. Take Noelle and go shopping. I gave him my credit card. Buy whatever you need. I blinked at the message, reading it twice. Roman was being extremely sweet lately. “What’s up?” Noelle asked, sitting up, her tone immediately curious. “He texted you?” “Yeah,” I muttered, still staring at the screen. “What’s he done now?” I turned the phone toward her. She read it, her eyes widening before she looked at me, hand over her mouth. “Oh my God. He’s being too nice and romantic?”

“Anything spicy gets done to Darling. For obvious reasons.” Romeo and Niccolo exchanged a quick look. Then both of them nodded. Nero had already pulled a card. “This one says call your mother and tell her…” he started reading. Then he stopped mid-sentence. Romeo and Niccolo were already shaking their heads. “Pick another card,” Romeo said firmly. “Yeah,” Niccolo added. “Not that one.” I frowned slightly. That was weird. But before I could question it, Nero tossed the card aside and grabbed another from the spicy pile.

I said, resting my hands on the desk. “I think I should talk to him instead,” Noelle said to Damon before turning to me with a gentle smile. “Hi. I’m sorry for how things turned out, but Camilla and I are cool now. I hope you know that. I need a little help from you. You won’t be helping us for free. It comes with heavy cash rewards.” “Heavy cash rewards?” I asked, my interest piqued. “Sure,” Damon said, but when I shot him a deadly look, he fell silent.

Nova said softly, her voice breathy, cheeks warming under his scrutiny. Adam broke the kiss, smiling wolfishly. "Nova, look at you." His tone was casual, but the way his eyes traced her legs made her nipples harden. Dinner was a tense affair at the dining table, the air thick with unspoken electricity. Asli chattered about her job at the gallery, her hand on Adam"s thigh under the table. Nova picked at her pasta, feeling Adam’s gaze like a physical touch, sliding from her flushed face to the way her dress shifted when she crossed her legs.