Romance Novel Man Novels & Stories

I was too invested in what I was reading to look up until the person spoke. “Hello, are you Miss. Hathaway?” I raised my head and my heart fluttered at the sight of the good-looking man standing in my office. He was tall and had muscles that were defined by the expensive quality of his royal blue suit. He had perfectly styled dark hair and perfectly cut facial features. He looked like he just stepped out off a runway. This man had to be the second most good-looking man after Anthony. “Hi,” I said in a low voice and he stepped closer with his hands stretched out for a handshake.

Maieil After careful consideration, I decided to give Lens a chance. I don't want to think if what I'm doing is right or if it's at risk. What matters most to me right now is feeling better. I don't want to sink into depression because of Dinam's absence. Maybe Lens can get him out of my head and my heart. So I intend to enjoy his company. Lens and I decided to go out in order to get to know each other better. It is therefore with this in mind that we agreed to meet on the following Sunday in the evening. I decide to make myself beautiful for this occasion. I wanted to feel like a woman, to be able to live even if Dinam is no longer in my life. My life shouldn't end because he's gone. Arrivi

Said a voice at the front of the hall. I looked at the person, I had no idea of what he was talking about. "You haven't received a number." The guy said to me. Without much thoughts I lifted my hand and yelled "Me." The man giving out the number frowned at the sight of me. I didn't wait up for his response, I walked straight to where he was. As I approached him, a desk clipped with the jacket. I tried to get it off gently, but it wasn't pulling off, I then attempted to pull it off with force and the jacket shred. It was a nightmare, I thought my shame was over.

Keeping her focus not to fall gave her the chance to look at the unconscious man more properly this time. She gasped realizing how this man looked so fine. It reminded her of that one time she saw an illustration for a male lead character in the romance novel she was reading. He looked like it. He looked like what leading men should look like. He was straight-up taken out of a fiction book.

Afterall who can reject the great Tristan king's proposal and too for marriage. "By the way..." he neared Mani and spoke in her ear, "Daniel prefer BDSM." He smirked and walked away whistling. Mani didn't get him for a while but when she did, her face paled. Her eyes widened anticipating the coming events. How could she forget about those deeds? Her first night. Oh god! Would he do those things? She tried to calm herself and took a glass of water. No...She won't let him do that.

"Francis, I'm begging you..." It was as if Francis had only just noticed Nora standing there. He gave her a long, serious look, then said with a hint of uncertainty, "I'm sorry, but my bride is Natalie Stewart. And you are?" Francis had lost it. He had completely forgotten about Nora. Right at that moment, the grand doors of the manor swung open. Doctor Michael Johnson, the one who had declared me dead, strode in with a folder in his hand. He made a beeline for Francis and handed him the folder.

What’s the worst that could happen? The thought doesn't age well, because I get the answer right in that moment. A man walks into the restaurant, his arm around the waist of a woman. He guides her to a table and pulls out a chair for her to sit, being as gentle as he can. A knot forms in my stomach. The man is none other than Rain Manchester, and the woman, Ava Wu. She has the warmest smile on her face as she speaks to him. The massive engagement ring on her finger which belongs to one man does nothing to hide the feelings she clearly has for another.

The man didn’t look away. Yasmine resisted the urge to shift under his gaze. Luca stood and walked toward her. His hand settled on her arm—firm, possessive. “Dante,” he said smoothly, “meet Yasmine.” A pause. “Yasmine… my Consigliere and partner, Dante Romano.” Dante rose and stepped forward, extending his hand. Yasmine placed hers in his, polite but distant. “Nice to meet you, Signore Romano.” “My pleasure, Donna,” he replied with a slight nod.