Romance Novel Heroes Novels & Stories

I woke up with a sound of alar...just kidding. We are not doing this. I'm not starring inside a cliché novel. In fact, I'm not even the heroine of this story! Who is the heroine, you might ask? A beautiful creature named Jessica. Pure, lovely Jessica. With her long brown tresses, dark brown eyes, voluptuous body, and big pouty lips. Everything that is required of the main girl in a romance novel. And just like every romance novel, the female protagonist deserves a dashing male protagonist so that she can fall in love with him and they live happily ever after. In this case, it was my twin brother Ansel Adams. He was the perfect gentleman and the best fiancé Jessica could ask for. I was quite

And he had looked at her like he wanted to devour her. Trouble had arrived. And his name was Damien Romano. --

No matter how much he tried, he could not remove the coldness from his face. He was the embodiment of a handsome villain, sculpted perfection straight from the pages of a dark romance novel. He had the looks that could make a million readers swoon. But in this world, he was the darkness, and the heroine was simply never meant to be his. He could never get her. In the end, it was always the hero who protected the heroine. He made her feel safe, unlike the villain who scared her and hated her so much that he forced her to become his plaything.

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If I didn't finish the chapters for it, I wouldn't have enough to eat next week, let alone pay Carl’s next subscription f*e. I opened the document for the book. I was supposed to be writing a scene where the hero saves the heroine from a burning building. It felt like a joke. How was I supposed to write about heroes when I couldn't even stand up to a third line bully? I typed a sentence, deleted it, and typed it again. My brain felt like it was stuck in molasses. “He reached out his hand, promising to protect her no matter the cost.” I closed the laptop. I couldn't do it. The stories I usually built to escape reality were now just mirrors of my own failure.

It was like something out of a romantic fantasy novel. There he was, deathly scared, falling off of a tall tree to what was possibly his death or fatal injuries and just when he thought all hope was lost, a hero came swooping in, the light in the thick darkness, a beacon of hope, his very own future husband, his beloved! In the air, he was caught and held firmly by the waist. From the body structure, the warmth and that scent that always seemed to calm him down and make him feel safe, he knew it was the man he loved with all his heart. His silver-haired hero!

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

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.

"I am responsible for fighting for the world, and you are responsible for being as beautiful as fire!" "Well, this advertisement is good!" After muttering to himself for a while, Christiano couldn't help but say. In the past, when she was in high school, she and Evelyn were particularly envious of the heroine in novels. Because no matter what happened, the male lead would always appear at the most critical moment, and the beloved heroine would fly to the clouds.

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."