Romance Notes Novels & Stories

I make my way to my car, my fingers trembling slightly as I open the backseat. The flowers are still there, filling the space with their soft fragrance. Then I see a small note tucked between the petals. I’ve been so caught up—so desperate to believe Julian was the man I kept trying to make him be—that I didn’t even notice the note. My heart pounds as I reach for it, unfolding the paper with careful fingers. “Sorry for not dropping a note for you today. Consider these flowers my note instead. —From your biggest fan, Romeo112.” The breath rushes out of me.

@KARTHIK POV@ that girl really she irritated me whole day don't she have any shame I'm scolding her still she is not getting any angry she is just smiling and facing all my tantrums she is the most arrogant and egotistic person but why she is being calm with me what's wrong with her I thought she will do drama like that Selena but no ahh why I'm thinking about that girl this girl messing my mind its prom night should I go or not whatever I got ready to go I went to the venue area I seen it was decorated very nice one person came near me and given flower and note is there tovit I seen the note "Je t'aime - I love you in french I found my soulmate I found my one true love I found my one and on

Colton probably knew everything about her already. Next, She picked up the bouquet of roses and inhaled them. They smelled so divine. Seeing there was a note stuck in the middle of the roses, She reached for it and went through the content. It was handwritten. I hope this beauty lightens up your day. Lots of love. CRJ

“There’s always a card.” I sighed, untied the black silk ribbon, and parted the stems. The fragrance was overwhelming—rich, sweet, dizzying. And then I saw it. A small, folded white note tucked near the bottom. My chest tightened. Rosie’s grin widened. “Aha! Love note!” “Calm down,” I muttered, unfolding it. My pulse quickened. Six words stared back at me in familiar handwriting,precise, unhurried. We need to talk. Call me — R.

he said. "Just shut up Ryan!" "My only regret is I didn't get to kiss those rosy lips like I planned" he said. "I said shut up!" I yelled. "Have you ever touched her skin, it feels so soft and delicate and....." "Ryan!" I yelled as I dropped my towels and punched him and he fell on the bed. "Come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed how sexy our little Jasmine is" he said amidst laughter and I punched him again.

But instead, he just gave me a peck on the cheek in such a way people wouldn't notice. He really didn't want to kiss me. I took in deep breaths as I tried calming my nervousness. The congregation were still Clapping and Oh, God! I was married to Ryan

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.

I say. He smiles. “Comes with practice,” he says. “You’ve given me a lot of encores to get it right.” I laugh, then lean in and kiss him. It’s not the desperate, angry crash of two people trying to consume each other before the world does. It’s deep. Slow. Certain. An encore we wrote ourselves. When we break apart, breathing a little unevenly, I rest my forehead against his. “Remember your note?” I ask. “The first one?”

Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.

My cheeks turn red, as I listen to his romantic words. “Thank you.” I thank him while smiling graciously. “Do you want to dance?” He asks me with a smile on his lips, while I look closely at my high heels. “Yes.” I answered, not very sure, while he took me by the arm and took me to the dance floor, while the song By Your Side by Tokio Hotel played. While he dances with me, I run my hands along his broad back. Seconds later, I see Abby and Dr. Mark also come to the dance floor. She looks very excited while he looks very tired of her.