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.

Dinam Independently of my will, I learned that Maïeil is going to get married in a few days. His father is an important man in this country, therefore, this news made the headlines. I would be lying if I said that I am not affected by this news. As quickly as we broke up, she ran into another man's arms. And what is curious is the same Lens from which she was fleeing when she had proposed to me to make a marriage contract at the start. I no longer understand anything in Maïeil's actions. To believe that this is not the same woman that I married and that I thought I really knew. Did these people take advantage of me, or, since I was a miserable young man in desperate search of a job, did they

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.

My whole body was aching after doing those chores all day long, thank to that lady with her 50's gave me hot bag, otherwise I thought I will passed away because of those cramps. I found a book named Paradise by Juditch McNaught and the most shocking part was that this book is romantic novel, "Is this man read Romantic book, never. The man who don't even know how to talk to a girl, always flare up his nostril, can read romantic novel, No the hell no. Is might be a mistake."- Her mind screamed. As there was a knock, I looked at the direction of door and went shock, may be today was the day of shockingness. This man was none other than Mr. Taehyung Kensington, my pupil immediately burst out of

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.

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.

She sat there for what felt like an eternity, her eyes fixed on the door, waiting for her betrothed to make his entrance. Finally, the door opened, and a tall figure strode into the room. Penelope's heart skipped a beat as she saw the man she had been betrothed to for the first time. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair that fell in unkempt waves around his face. He had a rugged, handsome face, with a strong jawline and sharp cheekbones. His eyes were a piercing blue and seemed to bore into her soul. He was dressed in all black, and his expression was cold and unfeeling. Penelope shuddered with fear at the sight of him, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

Benjamin stood there and waited to see what she was about to do. “Oh! The green light came!” she said a little too loudly. Benjamin realized why she did that. He crossed his arms before his chest and watched her in amusement. The woman glanced at the old man beside her and with her one step, the old man started too. She deliberately stomped her heels making a sound for the old man. Without even offering help or showing off her kindness, she helped the old man cross the road. Benjamin watched them from the other side as the old man patted the woman’s head lightly. So he knew. For almost a week, the woman occupied his mind and it was all he could think of. She was a stunning beauty with a falr

Kissing him deeper he closes him eyes, his hands roaming her body. Sadly they were cut off by the dogs jumping up on the bed thinking they are playing, Addy giggles embarrassed and crawls off of him. Rolling on the floor as the dogs tackle her, playing, soon they play with themselves and run out. Manuel gets up, slightly embarrassed, looking at his watch and then at her he clears his throat. “I must go..” walking toward the door way he stops before he walks through. “Shall I come back?” He asks curiously, no one has ever made him feel this way, something way different from the lonely girls he pick up from the bar a couple times. Finding no interest he stopped going. Staying in his mafia grou