Romance Novel Hero Novels & Stories

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!

He was too dangerous for me. I remembered what I read in a particular romance book I had when I was in my early curiosity and addiction to historical romance. This situation had been almost the same as the heroine of the story and I was too afraid to know if I would end up the same as her. Maybe I was reading too much and had been affected more than I should have but Sebastian was more ruthless compared to the character that got her in the end. I would like to think that Sebastian was the villain instead of the heroine. But how could I ever think of that when somehow he had been almost the same as the heroine I had been dreaming about coming to reality. Especially when he kisses me. and I wi

What else were we supposed to think? “Duh, I said he’s my student! He’s younger than me!” ”Age does not matter, dear. How old are you, Hero?” “I’m 25 ma’am,” was the young man’s eager reply. ”And do you have a girlfriend?” ”DAD!” ”No, sir, I don’t.” ”What about a boyfriend?” asked a soft feminine voice. ”MOM!” ”No ma’am,” chuckled Hero, “I never have and will never intend to have one.”

"Oh my gosh! The heroine is asking the hero for help!" "But why did she ask two people at once? Who's that other dude?" "She's saved! Our hero is coming!" "Are we about to see his handsome face? I love seeing him and the heroine together!" I caught yet another key detail. The hero was supposedly handsome. I recalled carefully. Joseph was indeed attractive. When we first started university, he had even been voted the campus heartthrob. Meanwhile, I had never seen Paul as an adult. His grandfather, however… Well, chances were, he probably didn’t stand out in looks either.

“To the bride and the groom. Here’s to our new start.” Fireworks lit the sky above our heads, and the day was everything I could ask for. A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR Thank you so much for reading Resisting Her. It took me a lot of time to get this book out since the release of the Getting Over Him in January 2019 because of some personal issues that threw me off balance. This story is so close to my heart, because this is so relatable to my personal life, excluding fictional twists to keep you entertained, while the core remains betrayal and moving on. Check out Getting Over Him, which is written in Arianna’s POV if you haven’t read it yet.

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

Cyra nodded, and then watched him leaving. She had never expected to see this side of him which made her believe that not just only a perfect man, a perfect cook….he was a perfect and ideal husband. He was that kind of life partner which any girl would feel blessed to have, but what about her? Why was this blessing cloaked as a curse for her? “This novel is quite romantic,” Cyra heard him saying who was reading the romance novel for her. Her head was placed over his lap as he had given her a head massage after their dinner, and now he was reciting that story for her.

“Romance novel huh? I wouldn't have guessed that. Is it about a detective and a vampire?” He laughed as he answered, “Not yet. It's more like a forbidden love between a god of the underworld and a goddess of light.” “Wow, how did you think of that?” She asked with utter amazement. “I love to live vicariously through my characters, so I just sort of pictured myself as a god of the underworld and hoped that someday I would meet my goddess of light.” He answered, his eyes twinkling as he stared at her. The way he stared at her made her cheeks flush. “So… have you met your goddess of light?” She asked shyly.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt this safe, this whole, this… unbroken. He moved slightly, his arm pulling me closer into the warmth of his body. I could feel the heat of his skin, the beat of his heart against mine. My hair was tangled with his, my cheek resting against the warmth of his chest. The whole experience of waking up like this was like poetry—the quiet, the sunlight, the gentle rhythm of him breathing, and me just being there, with him. He stirred, his voice a murmur in his throat. “Bonjour, mon amour,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the side of my head.