Romance Novels Like Ps I Love You の小説・ストーリー

Bridget laughed evilly, clearly enjoying what was happening to her poor friend. "I bet she'd have kiss marks all over," Ivy added more to the naughty discussion. Ivy and Bridget giggled at the thought, they really had the wildest imagination of all. This was probably due to the fact that these two were both fans of Love Love Me: Intense Romance, a popular novel site where handsome, possessive characters usually had a deep and intense love for their beloved and caged them with their undying love for the other through intense physical activities. Definitely, they were intended for adult audiences. "I'm just worried they'd fight because of us," Dianne, the most rational among the group, looked

I love him not because he's my husband's twin but I love him because he's so good and kind to other people so I can't help myself to fall in love with him. "you looked like a pathetic Jenny," He said and walk away. I slowly sit on the floor and cry hard. Why do I need to suffer like this! I just want to be happy. I just want to feel love again but why they can't give me that. I am pathetic for begging him to love me.

“Sandy… I… I love you.” My breath seized, my head became lighter, my heart stopped beating for some seconds and the world stood still. What did Anthony just say to me? “And I don’t mean the usual I love you we tell each other,” Anthony added and smiled. “I am in love with you… I love you so fucking much it drives me insane. I love you so much that it keeps me up some nights, confusing me… So, yes… Sandy, baby… I love you too. I am in love with you too.”

“I suppose we’ll have to be more careful next time, my powerful Mia. We can’t have the entire house falling apart around us.” I playfully pouted, pretending to be offended. “Are you saying that my powers are too much for you to handle, Jonathan? Should I hold back next time?” He leaned in, capturing my lips in a soft kiss. “Never, my love. Your powers only make our love more extraordinary. I wouldn’t trade a single moment of this passion for anything in the world.” I sighed contentedly, snuggling closer to him. “I feel the same way, Jonathan. Our love is unique, and I’m grateful for every broken bed and cracked floor that reminds us of our extraordinary connection.”

#LoveSexRomance A/N: All my stories are not "EDITED VERSION" yet, so there are a lot of mistakes and typos like grammar and everything that is wrong when you read it...please be patient hehehe ty.

(Lancelot’s POV) The novel “The Love of My Life” is a story best suited for teenagers. That being said, some of the topics discussed in the novel weights heavily on romance compared to other elements, world building included. Because of that, the scale between the love interests’ life stories and others’ life stories tipped unfairly to the love interests’ side. Not like I have any problem with it when I read it. Because, I’ve read somewhere before that other than fantasy books with hellishly long storyline and particular world building, books which was written to suit the romance genre shouldn’t depict too much of characters’ other than the main characters’ life.

Long enough for me to remember who I was before I met him. Turns out, I actually like romance novels. Not the tasteful literary romances Kenneth approved of. I’m talking absolutely shameless books with shirtless men on the covers, morally questionable billionaires, ridiculous amounts of tension, and enough spice to qualify as attempted arson. The kind Kenneth used to wrinkle his nose at. “Those books rot your brain, Jo.” Funny. I don’t think the books were the problem. I’ve also rediscovered cheesy rom-coms and psychological thrillers, all the goodies that Kenneth never agreed to watch with me because they were “too stupid” (the romcoms) and “too complicated” (the psych thrillers).

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.

Even when he stepped right on Jessy's hand and she cried out in pain, he never glanced at her. I watched him move and suddenly felt something tragic rise in my chest. This was the only time he ever looked at me while Jessy screamed. I longed for a love that chose me all these years… but I no longer want it. "Watch your words, Elsa! "We've been married for years. How can you just throw out the word like it means nothing? Aren't you afraid I might really agree to it?" His voice carried anger, but I smiled calmly. "What is there to be afraid of? All I'm concerned about is you not letting go."