Romance Novel Excerpts Novels & Stories

She could do a lot of things. Instead, she picked up the embarrassing romance novel and walked to the window seat. --- The book was terrible. The dialogue was overwrought. The hero was impossibly handsome, and the heroine was impossibly naive, and the plot required a series of coincidences that would never happen in real life. Elara loved every page. She read until the morning light shifted to afternoon. She read until her eyes grew tired and her stomach reminded her that breakfast was a distant memory. She read until she stopped seeing Isabella's tight smiles and Viktor's watchful eyes every time she blinked.

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

Alexander gasped, his eyes widening at the book. I laughed hard at his expression. He looked so shocked. How cute. "Why is there so much going on?" Alexander asked another stunned expression appearing on his face. "It's amazing, right?" I chuckled, my eyes not leaving his face. "I can't believe you chose to read this. Why would a chapter start with someone sticking a knife into another person's privates? This is too insane!" Alexander gasped. The more he complained, the more humorous the situation got. "This is what makes it a dark romance. Now, I feel more excited to read it," I said with a grin.

I reveled in the warmth of his mouth as I shoved my tongue inside, his tongue sliding wetly against mine. He gave as good as he got. Xavier was really good with his mouth after all. Yet, for some reason, tonight felt different. And it was pissing me off. I wrenched my mouth away from his with a scowl. “What’s wrong?” Xavier panted, his eyebrows furrowed. His lips were a little swollen, his eyes dark with desire. His hair stuck up in some areas, where it was mussed up by my hands. He was a beautiful mess.

So I dealt with the heat alone until it passed. Even remembering it now makes my jaw tighten. Lost in thought, I don’t notice where I’m going. I walk straight into someone. The impact makes me stumble back, and the book slips from my hands, falling to the ground. “Oh—I’m sorry. I didn’t see you,” I say quickly, already bending down to pick it up. I'm just leaving the garden after reading. The novel in my hands has completely pulled me in these past few days. It is a romance story, it's full of devotion, softness, the kind of love that chooses you and stays.

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.]

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.

His ex-fiancée had disappeared from the public eye after their engagement crumbled. Yet, she was unprepared when he suddenly turned to catch her, his gaze locking onto hers. In that instant, something seemed to shift in the atmosphere. Serena knew she should look away, should retreat into the crowd and vanish. But instead, she raised her glass to him in a mock salute, taking a sip with a daring flick of her wrist. Damien tilted his head slightly, amusement dancing in his eyes, and then politely excused himself from the woman in red His every step toward her was deliberate, the crowd appearing to part effortlessly for him.

The door closes on our marriage, on our love, leaving me alone, With nothing but regret, a heart that's lost its home. ######$$$$##### ROSE POV Warmth of Roman's arms, around me so tight, Morning light streams in, our chamber's delight. Roman's lips brush mine, gentle and tender too, I deepen the kiss, passion flares, our love shines through. Our bodies entwined, desire builds high, Just as we surrender to love, tiny feet patter by. Claire and Little Claire, twin bundles of glee, Burst in, "Mommy! Daddy!" laughter and joy set free.

He gently smoothed it back, revealing her enchanting charm. Lucas's hand halted. He froze, his blood pulsating. His gaze focused on the red marks along Velia's neck. Clear evidence of their passionate encounter from the previous night. It was the most beautiful sight Lucas had ever seen. Yet, it was also a dangerous sight for him. He did not want to take any risks and decided to get out of bed. Lucas ignored his own condition. He took a step and intended to fetch a glass of water. However, Velia's whimper stopped him in his tracks.