Romance Nocel Novels & Stories

CELENE AND NOAH sat inside his car, parked at a secluded spot with a breathtaking view of the night city. The stars hung overhead, twinkling in the darkness, and the moonlight illuminated the land. It was a scene straight out of a romance novel, but Celene’s attention was solely on Noah and the kisses he showered upon her. “Wait, is it fine doing it here?” she asked, her voice breathless as Noah’s lips found their way to her neck.

"You all know I nearly passed out, right?" Noel declared, sipping from a caramel frappuccino the size of his head. "And none of you came to rescue me." "You were faking it to get another kiss," Nico snorted, bumping shoulders with him. "Guilty," Noel grinned. "But also, don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same." Vincenzo, walking just behind him, slid an arm around his waist and leaned in close. "You don’t have to fake anything to get my mouth on you, amore. Just say the word."

She would not only be his key to getting his family off his back, but also, the perfect key to gaining full control over the entire Castellano empire once again. He was blissfully looking forward to how this would play out. ~•~ After the disastrous pitch, Noelle had called and lamented her entire situation to Elena, who, although tried to reassure her that things would work out in the end, she didn’t see how. She was sure she had messed up the presentation and their target, regrettably, had turned out to be her one night stand. It was a mess. Picking up her usual coffee order from the counter of the café a few street away from her work place, Noelle paid and turned to leave, only to accident

We were ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that our love would always guide us through the darkest of times. *** In the evening, Jonathan surprised me with a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden of his home. Soft music played in the background, creating an ambience of tranquillity and love. As we sat at the table adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of fragrant roses, I admire the effort he had put into making this evening special. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a gentle glow on our faces. “You truly know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Jonathan.” I praised him, a smile playing on my lips.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

Gulping, she looked at him because she didn't even know what they both were to each other now. “What are you going to do with that information, Noel?” Rican asked, scowling at his best friend. Noelle rolled her eyes at Rican and then focused her eyes back at him. “Because he is very handsome and sissy and he will look very beautiful as a couple, like the main characters in a romance story,” the teenager announced her little wish. Flora's eyes enlarged even more.

There were racks of clothes. My father was standing by the window, talking into a phone. He looked at me and pointed to a chair. "Sit. We don't have much time." I sat. A woman with a headset walked over to me. "I'm Abby from the PR team. We need to move fast. The morning news cycle starts in six hours. We need the “Proof of Romance” package ready by then." "Proof of romance?" I asked. My voice felt dry. "Chloe is in the dressing room," Abby said, ignoring my question. "She’s ready. We’re going to do three sets of photos. One casual, one semi formal, and one official.”

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

Nico’s eyes dragged over me, slow and slimy, stopping at the curve of my hips. “Amara, amore.Don't act like you don't know me . I see marriage has made you even more beautiful.” Nero’s jaw ticked once — lethal. I leaned into Nero deliberately.I felt him freeze, surprised.He looked at me.I stared back , squeezing his muscled palm with mine.He's was still dry but mine was all sweaty and clammy.He relaxed then and squeezed back. I spoke up then . “I'm afraid you must be confusing beauty with disgust.Nico Salvador”

I'm stuck with it too, but I'll do anything for college. "Fine, I'll ride on your bike then!" Cressida said quickly. "It'll be so romantic. Cressida and Noah. Oh, that's the perfect name for a romance novel or a drama." Lucas shook his head and laughed. Meanwhile, I was trying to avoid Noah's eyes, which kept glancing at me. Lucas stepped on the gas and left them behind.