Romance Novel Hero Novels & Stories

She was given a shot at what love and romance can be with a villain. A villain who offered her the contract she cannot reject. The very person who is sleeping soundly against her chest. The man named Navier. When novels and stories established that bad guys can fool you for their angelic looks and irresistible charms, they were not kidding about it at all. Now, dating the villain does not seem so bad... or does it?

I told him about the bookstore, about the customers who came in looking for very specific recommendations. "There was this woman yesterday who wanted a romance where the hero is a villain but not in a sexy way. Just actually terrible." Daemon's lips twitched. "Did you find her one?" "I recommended Wuthering Heights. She looked horrified." "Accurate, though." "Right? Heathcliff is the worst. But people romanticize him anyway." "People romanticize a lot of things they shouldn't." The way he said it made me look at him more closely. There was something in his expression—something almost vulnerable beneath the usual control.

Instead, his eyes were sharp, wise, and deep. She rubbed her ass pitifully, and said, "In a novel I read, the heroine gave the hero a little money after sleeping with him. Usually it's not more than one hundred euro.The male lead felt humiliated at first but he ended up loving the female lead,dearly.” “Really? If so, please give me money to humiliate me, hurry up." Dante urged. "Huh?" Renee was confused. What was the logic? "I... I didn't bring any money."

He was supposed to be gentle in the book. A soft, patient husband. But when I looked into his eyes now and saw the anger simmering there, everything finally made sense. His tenderness had never been meant for me. It was meant for the real heroine of this novel. I was just an imposter who took her place. — I am, admittedly, both petty and cowardly. From the moment I inexplicably landed inside this novel, my only goal was to stay alive.

She said and fell into deep thought. "Oh yeah! Maybe in a movie, where the heroine maybe tells the hero or the villain that he just only wants her body then she tells him that he might get her body but not her heart! Wow, that scene is happening to me in real life, except that it's happening in reverse mode! You are the hero but why are you behaving like a shy bride and me like the shameless romantic hero?" She kept blabbering, making him more frustrated.

Sitting on the chair, putting a book on the table, she pretended to read a book. I went and sat beside Ryan. "Oh, you are reading a romantic novel". I said while giving surprising expressions. "Yeah, I like them". He whispered. "Have you read three mates and the alpha". I asked him. "No, I don't like fantasy novels". He replied. "Oh, I often read romantic fantasy novels". I said. "By the way, who are you? hero! I haven't seen you in this high school. Your face can't easily be forgotten. So, I know that you are not from here". He asked.

DAMON'S POV: ​I found one of her romance novels by complete accident in a small airport bookstore during a layover in Europe. Seeing her name printed in big bold letters on the shiny cover felt like getting kicked right in the stomach. Her photo was printed on the back page, looking as stunning and untouchable as ever. ​I bought every single copy the shop had. I read them all, cover to cover, while sitting alone in hotel rooms. I read her stories about brave heroes and about leading women who were strong and fierce.

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, the invincible hero of a power-fantasy novel, had actually transmigrated into the role of a pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel. Not only had this guy hidden his identity as a wealthy heir because he liked the poor heroine, but he had also willingly let her use his money to play the rich girl while chasing the college heartthrob, Matt Calloway. Back when I was the hero of the power-fantasy story, brainless plots were one thing. But did trashy romance novels not require logic either? As I trashed the plot in my mind, a crisp female voice cut through my thoughts. "Jacob?"

He offered a brilliant, breathtaking smile, nodding in pure relief before pulling me right back in for another deep kiss. For the longest time, I had felt like a helpless duchess, locked away inside a villain's dark, suffocating fortress with no hope of escape. I had spent my life searching for a way out, completely blind to the horizon until I crossed paths with a fierce, noble knight who didn't hesitate for a single fraction of a second to tear the world apart to save me. In this crazy journey, I finally realized that I never needed a fairy-tale prince to rescue me. I only ever needed a dedicated knight willing to stand beside me through the brutal battles and chaotic storms of life. He wa