Romance Novel Hero Novels & Stories

Asher stood up and asked her with a far-off look in his eyes. "I said hello, I'm Joan," she said with a bit more confidence, this time holding her hand out for a shake. "E... em, ah yes, pardon me, I am Asher, Asher Evans, please have a seat," Asher said and shook her hand. Joan almost swooned by the sound of Asher's husky voice, his tall physique, and the soft steel from his handshake, he truly was gorgeous. Asher also couldn't deny Joan's beauty and the effects it has on him, but his need to marry a woman of substance trumps any silly romance.

Phedra Elizabeth threw her hand, her head sweating a little. "Duncan Hiddleston is now her mistress's fiancé. Isn't that what she always wanted?" Veronica Sarah. "Mom! It's funny, with a work where the heroine is always beautiful and intelligent. A time of jealousy enters the heart. The book proves it. A direct confrontation with the heroine can only be. third lover or foxglove. " Her face is as green as a banana leaf. "Why are I and the male lead together? Please answer the system?" [The male protagonist had an accident, all of his assets were flying, so he wanted to use the property of the Alice family to build a career.]

Suddenly the doorknob turned, and then the most hot and handsome guy Elena had ever seen entered. Happy Birthday! All the guests shouted with excited faces, apart from Elena and Amelia who stood there, admiring the guy that was like a Greek god. Suddenly Amelia gasped. It’s…….. Vincent Blackwood. She whispered to Elena with a shocked look on her face. So I got to see the country’s most eligible bachelor with my eyes, Lord I am ready to die now. Amelia said dramatically, and Elena rolled her eyes. He was handsome for sure, but how come she doesn’t know him?

In contemporary romance novels, wealthy heirs would marry a woman in name to avoid being pressured into marriage by their families, and then divorce when the timing was right. Therefore, the man in front of her must be a wealthy heir. "What did you say your name was again?" Jane asked subconsciously. Damien's lips curved into a smile. "I apologize for not introducing myself properly earlier. My name is Damien Wolfe, Miss Austen." Though his voice was not particularly loud, it seemed to echo through the room. Damien Wolfe...Damien... Jane's expression suddenly changed. Could he be that Damien Wolfe? she thought.

It gave the impression of strong and dashing at the same time. Lucas was a point that Velia did not expect, but has recorded in the pages of her past. Born into a respectable and wealthy family. Blessed with intelligence and good looks. Blessed with calmness and an aura of dominance that can daunt anyone the interlocutor. As a result, it was not strange that many women fall in love even though he seems cold and scary.

she murmured, her hand resting over my heart. "Just the cold," I lied. She didn't say anything else. She just breathed, her chest rising and falling against mine. It should have been comforting. This was what a Golden Boy was supposed to have: a beautiful girl, a perfect reputation, a warm bed. But it felt wrong. The weight of her on my chest didn't feel like Jax. She was lighter, her movements different, her presence occupying a space that I had already promised to someone else. I felt like a traitor in my own skin. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jax and the way he looked when he said he loved me.

“I wouldn't stand for that if I were your wife. I couldn't condone you having an affair with that woman. I didn't even like her.” “Oh, I see… If you had liked her, it would have been a different matter.” “Don't be ridiculous! And I certainly wouldn't be your real wife. I may have been reading too many romance novels, but I think I prefer the way they turn out.” “You do?” He looked surprised. “But they usually end up with the hero and the heroine in each other's arms, don't they?” “Well, yes, but… We won't! And that's why you aren't ever going to make love to me. I happen to believe that sort of thing should only happen between people who love each other.”

But when she looked into his eyes, they were dancing again. She smiled shyly. “I started writing a novel. And…I drew out the character after you.” He raised a brow. “Really? What type of novel?” She shrugged. “Historical romance. You were a rogue knight. For sure you were a rakehell.” She giggled. He asked. “Was there a red-haired damsel in distress?” She stared back at him. His eyes were sparkling. She nodded shyly. “And how did that turn out?” he asked.

I sighed in relief, continuing after a second of pause. “I have a crush on Shawn Mendes and on every hero of my book. I guess on villains too. The Billionaire trope is my favourite. But God forbid, I never saw any handsome billionaire in my life, like described in the books. And then came you, the perfect book hero or villain maybe. Arrogant asshole, billionaire, hot as fuck and already hating on me. Cally used to say that we have kinda enemies to lovers trope going on. You- I was so lost telling him about my weird interests and crushes that almost screamed when he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him.

I followed the hand and got up dusting my clothes. "Thank you." I said, then saw who it was. The same guy I bumped into. He didn't leave. I feel like this is a scene in a movie. Is this where we fall in love? Is he my knight in shining armour? Look at the way he is looking at me, my heart is beating fast. "Are you okay?" He asked me. He's asking if I am okay when I bumped into him first? He is such a caring and charismatic guy. Should I tell him I am not okay and watch him carry me to the hospital like men do in romance novels?