Romance Novel Heroes Novels & Stories

"Why're you so obsessed with this RC anyway?" "Are you kidding me? He's 'The Reece Brown' the heartthrob, the sweetheart, the sweetest, kindest and the most understanding boss unlike my present rude boss," he narrowed his eyes at her, she averted her gaze and continued, "moreover he is my ideal man, the one I'm here for? the one who can send me back home." "Can he now?" "He's the main character, I'm his heroine, after the completion of the story I get to go back home, in short, he's the ticket to my world." She reasoned it out.

And like most other romantic novels, there are bound to be parties who are hurt by the closeness of the two, namely the villainess – who loves the male lead – which is Fuschia, and the second male lead, namely Raymon. Fuschia took a glance at Raymon who was standing tall on her left side slightly behind. 'I'm not sure if Raymon is the second male lead in this novel, whose role is to always help the female lead when she's sad without expecting his feelings to be reciprocated. But I'm sure he's one of the fish* in Sarah's aquarium.' [*Fish is a term for men who are attracted to female leads who are willing to do anything for the sake of female lead]

Emily thought back, then typed, “He said Jackson’s a good guy but can be impulsive.” “Honestly, Emily, I agree.” “Hmm?” “Yeah, Jackson’s the kind of guy I’d be drawn to if I were in high school or college again. He’s passionate, fun, and loves fiercely—like a hero out of an old romance novel.” Emily laughed. “A hero?” “Exactly, but heroes’ partners often don’t fare well. If I had to choose now, I’d rather settle down with someone more grounded. A simple, steady life sounds a lot better than a whirlwind romance with a hero.”

Her expectations were too high for any man to meet them. Sandra wanted the handsome hero she had always read about, the knight in shining armor, the rugged and unpredictable rogue who stole the heroine’s heart and seduced her until she was mindless and satiated from the long sessions of passion and sex. That’s the type of man she was looking for, not a country boy whose only interest was playing backseat bingo, or a quick roll in the hay. She was looking for the adventurous type, handsome beyond words, a gentle instructor, the type that could do things like scuba diving on the spur of the moment and eat pasta with a strange girl from another country.

Alex sat down at his desk, turned on the light, and began reading. Eight hours later, he finished the final chapter. Alex was no expert on romance novels, but Rachel’s writing could convince him to become an avid fan. She was good. Damn good, he thought, but an important element seemed to be lacking. Rachel’s descriptions and dialogue were colorful and dramatic, but, in Alex’s opinion, the leading male character was a bit bland, and he lacked any real emotional depth for a romantic hero. The main female character was a strong, independent and highly sensual woman, but there was no believable chemistry between the two of them. Alex could also tell by her description of the country setting tha

My Dear Beauties, This is your cute little author, A. Gupta, with a delightfully deviant mind when it comes to crafting dark, twisted tales. If you've read my books before, you already know the kind of worlds I build—the kind where the main heroes have no redeeming qualities except one: their obsessive, all consuming love for their other half. They are ruthless, they are possessive, and they will burn the world down for the one who belongs to them. For my new readers stepping into my world for the first time—Welcome. Buckle up, because this is going to be a roller coaster you won’t forget.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

"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.

“I felt him. For one second, when the light expanded… he was there. He told me he loved me. And then he was just… stars.” “He gave us the key to save the world, Ellie,” Roman murmured, his hand stroking the long line of her spine. “He didn't die a prisoner. He died a hero. He died so you could live.” He began to kiss the salt from her cheeks, his touch transitioning from the comfort of a protector to the raw, hungry need of a mate. The trauma of the void had left a cold void in her chest, and she needed the fire of him to fill it. She needed to feel the blood pumping in his veins, the heat of his skin, and the undeniable proof that they were both still alive, still whole, still *theirs*.

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.