Romance Novels Harlequin Novels & Stories

“I thought you knew.” His eyes softened. “Knew what?” “I was always yours.” For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he kissed me. Slow. Tender. Certain. And somewhere through the haze of happiness, I found myself thinking— Maybe honeymoon rules could start a little early. _____ Julia- My fingers dug into the invitation. The expensive cardstock crumpled beneath my grip. The elegant rose-gold lettering seemed to burn itself into my brain. YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED

“But it doesn’t matter what I want.” Benedicta stepped closer. “It matters to me.” She kissed Joanna again, slower this time but Joanna tried to pull back. Benedicta followed, pressing her against the desk, hands already sliding under her blouse. The risk made every touch sharper. Joanna gave in with a low sound and kissed her back hard. Joanna turned Benedicta around and bent her over the desk again. She shoved the skirt up, found her already wet, and pushed three fingers deep in one thrust. Benedicta moaned, forehead pressed to the wood.

Evelyn accidentally discovered something while visiting Adrian’s apartment. A notebook. Filled with observations. Pages and pages of them. About her. Evelyn likes tea but drinks coffee when stressed. Evelyn listens to music late at night. Evelyn touches her necklace when she’s nervous. Evelyn laughs when she feels uncomfortable. Her hands began to shake. Adrian walked into the room. “You read it.” Evelyn looked at him in disbelief. “You’ve been studying me.” “Observing,” he corrected. “That’s the same thing!”

A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."

she continued. I should hang up now. “What scheme?” “Harl is my brother-in-law,” the words came like a shock to me. If Harl was married to…. Wait! Why didn’t Zephan see who she was…. “And just before you start thinking through what you shouldn’t, Harl was married to my sister, Sabrina, before he married Sarah,” she said, as if she had heard my confusion. “The thing is, Harl never loved Sarah; he had married her to gain access into the Vale family, and she had given him all that… well, she would, given the fact that she was a slut and had poisoned my sister!” she hissed.

Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

"I got her. She believed me. Wow. I can't wait to scorn and taunt her after Callen is done fucking and dumping her. She is so timid and clueless to think anyone, especially someone like the alpha prince, would accept a dirty pig like her as a mate. Foolish girl!' A sharp gasp slipped my lips as I slapped my mouth shut, breathing heavily at the realization of what was actually happening. Oh my goodness.. "I almost fell into the trap of giving my virginity to the same man that would crush me to pieces. His plan was to fuck and dump me!" I breathed shakily, swallowing hard as I began sweating already. "Fuck it!" My wolf cursed, growling in anger and pain. I hissed and took my bath without being

She didn’t like the way her thoughts were going, but they wouldn’t stop. Let’s face it, it’s got all the classic ingredients of a holiday fling. Exotic setting, two adults who fancy each other, and opportunity. And what happens to holiday romances once you get on the plane ? The knock at the door sounded like bombs dropping. ‘Who is it?’ ‘Guy.’ She walked on eggshells to the door. He was all fresh, showered and smelling of shaving things. He wore a white polo shirt that made him look like an advertisement for suntan lotion.

They say first love doesn't work out. Rune Durvel had not believed the quote at first but when it happened to her, she felt it to her core. Rune lived with her grandmother. Her parents died early leaving no memories to her. She was an orphan. She grew up as a happy child, and fell in love with Harold Raymond. They were each other's first love. Everything was going well, until one day Rune's grandmother told her that she was destined to marry someone else and hence she should cut all ties with Harold. Rune at first protested, but then she had to agree. It was painful for her to break up with him, and it was hard for Harold to see her slip away from him as well.