Romance Novels For 20 Somethings Novels & Stories

“The title was Taming Sunrise. The story is about twins whose bond was tested when a man named Caleb entered the picture. Dawn, the heroine was a man-hater while Caleb was a girl magnet. These two who has an opposite personality has to cease fire to help the other twin – Dusk with her role. This book is filled with humor, romance and… spicy scenes so I do not recommend it to our young readers.” “I think I have a new book to hunt.” She chuckled. “Now, you mentioned the High School Love Affair earlier which was released last month, it was astonishing to see the progress of your book. It was immediately labeled as sold out in bookstores and was announced as bestseller worldwide. What do you fee

OPHELIA Flipping through the pages of the romance novel, I sigh out loud realizing that I have already read this part. Reading novels used to be my favourite pastime activity but having to skim through the disgustingly corny romance makes me somewhat sick, knowing that it can never be my reality anytime soon. A few years ago, a younger me would have fantasized about the wonderful prince charming that would come and sweep me off my feet. I would dream of his kind words, the flowers, the date nights, and the happily ever after.

Shadow raised her head to smell it, her big brown eyes curious, but upon finding it to be nothing other than frustrating ideas, she resettled. It had seemed so easy at first glance. Audrey and Ray had fallen in love once; I knew they could do it again. I had buzzed through my shift, sprinted home, and hopped on the computer for research. Fast forward two hours and I had no results. Everything I found was either too complex or too reminiscent of “The Parent Trap”. I had no idea how to get these two people to fall in love, let alone how to get them in the same room. My balloon of hope and excitement was quickly deflating, reality a slow leak sinking it. My phone chimed, and the noise startled

"Maybe that's the point." Damien watched her for a long moment. Then, with quiet finality, he said, "You're better than this. Don't let them make you forget that." "You know what would really make them choke?" she slurred, eyes glittering with spite and liquor. "If I walked in next weekend on your arm, dripping diamonds and lies. Told the whole world we're madly in love." Damien raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting we fake date?" She hiccupped. "Not seriously. Unless you're that bored."

And through it all, he knew that his grandmother had been with him every step of the way, her memory a constant source of inspiration and strength. James and Michaela had been dating since their junior year of college. They had met in a literature class and bonded over their shared love of books and poetry. They had always been inseparable, and as they approached graduation, they were both excited about what the future held for them. One night, a few weeks before graduation, James and Michaela had been out celebrating with their friends. They had a little too much to drink and ended up back at Michaela's apartment. In the heat of the moment, they made love, forgetting about the consequences.

My standards reached the level of all the Prince Charming I read from all the books that I had. Prince Charming—a man who will sweep me off my feet and will bring me to my happily-ever-after. I know that I am already in my mid-twenties and naively believing that someone like Prince Charming really does exist is something I cannot tell anyone but myself. It is my own standard after all. Yet, in all honesty, I am not looking for a Prince Charming himself nor unnecessarily looking forward to a fairytale kind of romance. Yes, I have my set standards, but in reality, I just simply and honestly want to meet a nice man that I will experience real-life romance with.

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

"I kind of have this thing. I don't really go out with guys my own age." "Now that I find it really hard to believe." "I don't know what it is. Young guys, they just... They don't know how to... How to make love or how to make a woman feel good." His eyebrows shot up, surprise mingling with desire in his stare. "I really wasn't expecting that." "I'm just speaking frankly." "I mean, that's all right. We're all adults here, right?" "Right." She stepped closer, her voice dropping, heart pounding as she pointed at her tits, the gesture bold and unapologetic. "I've seen the way you've looked at these."

‘ I thought, staring at him, my brows narrowed in confusion. “Mia, we will both go on shopping after college, okay?” Nora’s words pulled me back to the earth, and I looked at her. “Why all of the sudden shopping?” As I asked her, she blushed. “I and Amir, we’re going on a date tonight.” She told me sheepishly. “You’re shying as if you’re going on a date with him for the first time.” “I don’t know why, even after a year, I still feel butterflies in my stomach when I go on a date with Amir.” She told me with a contented smile, and added, “when you fall in love, then you’ll understand.”

"He even asked if you wanted help...help getting away." I eyed her cautiously. "Did you tell Francis?" "No!" Nora was quick to deny it. "I wouldn't rat you out. However, Natalie...if you really want out, I'm here for you." I stared at her, at the innocence in her young face. At the age of 20, she was supposed to be in college, experiencing first loves and lively parties, not caught up in the mafia's brutal power struggles. Yet there she was, having chosen this life, or more accurately, having been pulled into it by Francis.