Romance Novels Excerpt Novels & Stories

He waved back, blew me a kiss, and told me he'll see me soon before bringing the car to life and driving off. I sighed contentedly and smiled. I have a good feeling about the Matching. I have a good feeling about Finn, and how we would most likely get Matched. I trodded back to the bookstore where I work, lunch bag in hand. "I'm sorry we don't have a copy of that book anymore, Mrs. Salazar. But we have new arrivals you might be interested in," I heard Madi tell a middle-aged woman with hawk-like eyes and black curls in a practiced politeness as I slid behind the register, tucking away the bag.

Says a married lady who was caught kissing her ex boyfriend few days ago" she teased and I gasped and tried hitting her, but she ran away. "You're so annoying - you know that?" I grinned playfully. By that time, we had gotten to the bookstore and we both walked in together. But come to think of it; what would tomorrow be like?. I mean valentine. You know, it was going to be my first valentine with my...husband. Nicole quickly got the book she wanted and we left afterwards. As soon as we got outside, we saw something...crazy. It was Blair - taking selfies in front of a flashy car.

Her eyes were closed tightly and breathing was uneven satisfying him as he knew she was afraid but was also responding to his touch. Damon: Look at me princess. He mumbled against her lips as her almost bare chest got pressed against his hard sweaty one. Luciana steadily unfolded her orbs and their eyes locked for a couple of moments. Her breathing got heavier when he unzipped her gown and removed it fully from her upper body revealing a light pink bra giving a compliment to her snow-like skin. He placed his rough palm on her cheek before pulling her face closer to his. Damon: Don't worry love you will never forget this night of our love.

Even the host had forgotten to speak. Matthew handed the roses to Christina, but feeling a sudden chill, she leaned back subconsciously, not taking his flowers. Matthew’s smile was warm as jade, and his voice was like the breeze in a spring rain. “Christina, I like you.” Christina could not help but shiver and rub the goosebumps on her arm. “Mr. Henderson, what do you like about me?” “Does one need a reason to like someone?” Matthew immediately began to flirt again.

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

The limited edition first print novel caught her eye. "These novels?" "Yes, I bought them especially for you. I hope you like them-" "How did you know that I like reading romance novels?" Xevia was stunned looking at the handsome face that was only illuminated by the moonlight. "Literally all woman does like romance novels?" Alarick stammered. "Ahhh... you're right. Anyway thanks, Alarick. I really like these surprises." Xevia planted a warm kiss on Alarick's cheek and lips. The man looked back at her warmly, and then kissed her lips.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

But if things went wrong—and knowing my luck, something would—I didn’t want to pull them into the trouble that would follow. My gaze fell on the trashy romance novel sitting on the front seat. It was objectively terrible; bad grammar, weak plotting, and things happened far too easily for the heroine. I’d devoured it in a single night. It was trash, but it was delicious trash. The heroine had auctioned off her virginity to the mafia to pay for her father’s debts and ended up being ‘oversold’ to three brooding Alphas all vying for her attention and favors.

In the center of the room stood an imposing mahogany desk with a leather chair. In front of it was a large black chaise longue resting on a round white rug. The atmosphere was luxurious yet discreet. Magnificent. I spent several minutes simply admiring the most beautiful room I had ever entered. Then I slowly walked along the shelves, stopping when I reached Historical Romance. Romance novels were what had brought me this far as a virgin. They were my Achilles’ heel, and there was nothing I could do about it. I picked up my cliché: Pride and Prejudice.

The school was boring anyway. Even now, I was currently staring at one of those books, an ancient werewolf romance novel, while she was reading a much hotter and more recent one; Inferno, Yeah it went along with the title and all. According to her, she wanted to spice things up with Charles and didn't mind recreating some of the scenes from the book, the girl was such a dirty-minded one, and she didn't mind sharing all those gruesome details with me.