Romance Novel Hero Novels & Stories

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?

“I’ve waited so long to feel you tremble under me.” His fingers flexed around my throat and I sucked in a hissing breath. Suddenly I couldn’t think straight. Not because he was cutting off my air but because his voice held so much promise and my body reacted to that. Even after everything he had done , I still felt the attraction to the old him. The him that was kind and sweet and romantic. Back when he had been the hero in my story and not the villain.

My heroine got the last word, of course, she always did, but it was the hero’s quiet steadiness that made the scene glow. Halfway through, I caught myself grinning. The crooked smile I’d typed into the description? That was Ace’s. The way the heroine’s pulse quickened just watching him move? That was mine. “Idiota gato-homem,” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head as I typed faster. “You sneak into my story without even asking.” By the time I stopped, my word count had exploded, pages filled with fire and friction. My heroine finally felt alive again, her heart beating with mine. And my hero? He was no longer a cardboard cutout. He was Ace, messy, complicated, and real.

"Sierra, no. The readers... They're obsessed with the husband's character. The 'Mafia Lord.' You can't just kill him off or replace him! It'll ruin the brand!" ​"I am the author, Diane," I sweetly said, but firm as my eyes never left his. "And as the author, I've decided that my heroine deserves to be happy. She needs a man who will actually show up. Someone who will make her forget that the first man ever existed. I want to write about a love that doesn't hurt." ​Carlo made a choked sound in the corner, shifting uncomfortably. Alessandro, however, didn't move a muscle. He sat perfectly still, but the air around him seemed to vibrate with a violent energy.

"Of being swept off my feet by a gallant knight or a handsome prince." Marvin's heart clenched at her words, a pang of guilt piercing his chest. He had never been the romantic hero of Jace's dreams, the dashing figure who swept her off her feet with grand gestures and whispered promises. Instead, he had been thrust into her life through an arranged marriage, a union born out of duty rather than love.

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

He was not Adam. “You…” Anna was terrified. How he dared to reach her room? “Finally, the twist comes in the story when the hero has to taste the taste of his heroine and then there is a romantic scene between the two.” He smiled and sat directly on Anna's bed who had left the bed before he reached it and moved to one side. “You were in Italy, weren't you?” “Yes, everyone thinks John is in Italy, but John is always where he should be, on a soft bed next to his heroine.” He smiled meaningfully.

The End About the Author: A lover of romance and strong characterization, xxxR_RUIZxxx believes that any story worth reading should have a hero/heroine that the reader can fall in love with. She is currently living her dream, writing sizzling tales of suspense with paranormal elements, as well as contemporary and humorous romance. Some of her books contain highly sensual love scenes and sexual tension that will make your heart race!

was a slap in the face for Joey, leaving her hand suspended in mid-air. If Joey had been more thin-skinned, she would have been utterly embarrassed and run away in shame. An image from a typical CEO romance novel flashed through my mind: the heroine running away in tears, the hero chasing after her anxiously. The heroine would conveniently encounter some accident, the hero would grab her just in time, then pull her into his embrace. The heroine would struggle, the hero would comfort and coax her, and finally, they'd end up kissing. This was the formula for most CEO novels, but Luke was a hero who never followed the script. He absolutely wouldn't chase after Joey!

Upon entering the school, the heroine encountered the male lead for the first time in a very cliché scene, creating a budding affection that slowly bloomed into romance. Along the way, the crown prince wasn't the only one to fall in love with the heroine; there were three others who fell under her charm. Besides the crown prince, the three other male characters came from influential noble families and were always lending a hand to the female lead whenever she was caught in trouble created by the long list of female villainesses who despised her. "It seems ojou-sama no longer has a fever."