Romance Novels & Stories

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

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"I bought you the white roses. I brought you to an exclusive event on a date. I purchased one of the rarest, most coveted pieces of jewelry on the planet for you. What else could you possibly want?" She looked down at her lap, her shoulders dropping as she let out a quiet, frustrated sigh. "I don't know, Lucien... Perhaps a normal date? In a regular restaurant? Where we actually get to sit across from each other and talk like human beings?" I went completely still, staring at her flushed, stubborn face. A cold, irritating realization settled heavily in my gut. This was a total disaster. Her concept of romance and mine were operating in completely different dim

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*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

His eyes searched mine, not doubting, not testing, honoring the weight of what I meant without forcing it spoken before its moment. “Then stay,” he said softly. I smiled. “I keep doing that.” He stood, bringing me with him, and we moved back toward the window, arms around each other again, bodies aligned, hearts calm. Outside, the world resumed its restless motion. Inside, we didn’t rush to match it. Romance, I realized, isn’t only intensity. It’s recognition. It’s safety. It’s being met, fully, and held there with intention. His chin rested lightly against my hair. My hands rested over his. No performance. No strategy. No armor.

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“Really.” “Yes.” “What kind?” “It’s a romance,” I replied. He smiled knowingly. “I suspected as much.” “And why is that?” I asked curiously. “Because people who write romance usually believe in something stubborn.” “And what’s that?” “Love.” I laughed softly. Before I could respond further, the kitchen door opened again and this time Diego stepped out carrying a tray of clean cups, though the moment his eyes landed on the table where Matteo and I sat his steps slowed slightly.