Romance Notes Novels & Stories

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

I told him. Toma's cheeks puffed. "We're still gonna go for the amusement park when you get better." "You're so forceful." "That's because I am." He smirks and takes a bite out of his bread aggressively. My eyes rolled at how ridiculous he's getting. Can't believe he has the nerve provoking me to pounce at him in public. "You know what? I think I won't lend you my notes, it's bad for a student not to actually learn stuff—"

Noah said proudly “ The female students will be starting theirs in few minutes,,which one among you will be going?? ” Ethan asked “ Non,,,,only Hazel ” Lisa said “ Non ?? Why?? ” Michael asked “ We are not good in acting,,I prefer singing,, ” Lisa smiled Michael sighed sadly and looked away, “ Then get ready to watch your boyfriend kissing another girl,, ” Noah blurted out and Michael immediately tapped him “ What do you mean?? ” Lisa asked “ You should know that Romeo and Juliet are the most romantic couples you will ever meet,,,,,And in the play,,Romeo and Juliet will be kissing,, more than six scenes ” Noah said and they all gasped

I said as he returned to the table with the coffee and took his seat directly across from me. "Oh nothing, I just thought today might be a good day for us to enjoy each other and act out one of my fantasies." "Just what do you have in mind?" I said before taking a sip of the steaming brew. Without speaking, he slid another envelope from under his computer across the table. The outside of the envelope read, "My darling wife" I slid my finger along the flap, being careful not to damage it. Sliding the card out, I noted it had only the word love handwritten on it too. I lifted the cover to another perfectly printed note;

Eyes lock across a crowded room, or someone is doing dishes and their partner sneaks up to give them a hug and nibble on their ear. Romance is more than just bedroom mechanics. It’s all the moments leading up to and the moments after. Many romance books have no sex scenes at all, everything is fade to black or behind closed doors. Just like that for them, their small, sweet moments where everything in their relationship which were making their relation more stronger and bringing them closer at moments of life. "I want to say something to you" She said to him, still standing in her position.

"From: Cora Lopez To: Val: c/o Compu-Cupid Hi Val, thanks for your nice note. You sound great, but I'm sorry to say that I'm not in the market for romance right now. I didn't even set this up - I think my friend did as a joke. Thanks for the offer of coffee, and please don't take this personally. They never even sent me your profile. Sincerely, Cora"

Next to the vase was a small, folded note. Curiosity piqued, I reached for the note, my heart already pounding a little faster. Unfolding the piece of paper, I recognized Dante’s handwriting immediately. Tamara, I’m sorry about our argument. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Will you let me make it up to you tonight? Let’s go out—just you and me. Yours, Dante.

While I drank out of the glass, I unfolded the paper. I dropped the glass when I saw Anthony’s handwriting on it. He had left me a note. Out of excitement, I began to read his note. This was a mistake. Having sex with you was a mistake and that does not mean we are back together. I will be marrying Gina in three weeks. I am urging you to move the fuck on and get out of my life. I chuckled and read the note over and over again. I smiled more, reading every word, eyeing every letter before folding the note.

The infectious joy she radiated tugged at my own heartstrings. “Okay, ma’am,” she chirped, finally retreating. As the door clicked shut behind her, I turned my attention back to the box. Upon closer inspection, I noticed a small note tucked between the folds of the ribbon. “I choose you,” it read simply, penned in Roman's familiar scrawl. My lips quirked upward, typical Roman, never one for grand romantic gestures, yet somehow, the slight quirk of his humor warmed me. I lifted the lid, revealing an assortment of chocolates that gleamed enticingly.

A piece of paper catches my attention, and I carefully retrieve it from under the tray, finding myself smiling once more as I read the handwritten note. ... Eat well, you'll have a busy day today. "A busy day? What are you up to this time, Mr. Mazza?" I grumble to no one in particular, and after devouring my breakfast, I get out of bed and stretch. Curiously, the music repeats, and I wonder where it's coming from. Shrugging, I head to the bathroom, but stop abruptly at the entrance when I find some petals scattered on the floor, forming a beautiful and fragrant trail, drawing me further into the room. Overwhelmed, I bring my hands to my face to contain a delighted sound. The sight of a true