Romance Novels Harlequin Novels & Stories

"What's this?" "Romance novel," said Harriet. “...” Liam was speechless at first, but then slowly raised his voice, “But they… started making love to each other in chapter two?” "Mm-hm," Harriet nodded casually. Liam turned his head back to get a better look at Harriet's expression. “And you, my dear wife, can read things… like this… with such a straight face?” Harriet glanced at him and smiled. “I can read this novel in the middle of a restaurant without making any reactions now that I'm used to it.”

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

Love replied. “Okay love, what about me? Huh?” Belle asked wondering. “What do you mean, what about you?” Love replied. “Well I mean, do I also not strike you as a romantic? Do i strike you as the sexual type?” Belle asked eagerly. “Well Belle, if you must know, you’re never open about these things. You always talk about how much you hate and despise guys. How you think they are all so disgusting and disrespectful. Literally, no guy who has ever had a crush on you, didn’t end up getting crushed by you.

He was a beautiful mess. Usually, seeing him like this was enough to set me off. “Nothing,” I muttered. I returned my lips to his. The kiss was rougher this tiime, more aggressive. He moaned as I bit his lower lip and sucked it in my mouth. For some reason, the sound irritated me. How had I never noticed how soft Xavier’s voice was? It was too delicate, too smooth. It was so unlike Adrian’s deep voice. So unlike the way he had sounded when I was pounding into him…

“Admit it. All that control you hold in court makes you want to lose it somewhere private with me.” He grabbed my wrist pulling me flush against him in one smooth move. “You have no idea what you’re inviting Kayla.” His mouth crashed down on mine, as his free hand gripped my ass squeezing tight. I moaned into the kiss grinding against the hard bulge in his pants feeling how big and thick his cock was already straining for me. Harlan spun me around bending me over his desk, shoving my skirt up to my waist. He ripped my soaked panties down my legs and I heard him groan low when he saw how dripping wet my pussy was.

The whole house was boring and the atmosphere was gloomy, I decided to go into the study, when I was in there with Damon I could recall seeing romance novels on the bookshelf. I am a true lover of romantic novels, they get your spirit high with the sexiness of the male lead and gracefulness of the female but one thing that lacks in all romantic plot is that all are the same, there hasn't been anything new but who cares...... While I checked the bookshelf I notice a couple of erotic novels in there, you should know that I am very happy.

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.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Wilson. Can I ask the maids to get you anything? Water, coffee, tea?" Mrs. Wilson shook her head. "No, thank you. I'm fine." Yvonne nodded, trying to keep the conversation going. "So, Mrs. Wilson, how long have you been a midwife? Is it your first time working with werewolves?" Mrs. Wilson sighed, clearly annoyed with the small talk. "I've been a midwife for over thirty years, and I've worked with all sorts of creatures. Including werewolves." Yvonne nodded, feeling slightly embarrassed by her own awkwardness. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I'm just trying to get to know you better."