Novel & Cerita Romance Novels Men

He laughed, "I knew that was your expectation when I said fiction novels, a lot of people expect that but how on earth do you expect ME to read romance. How do you expect a mafia who is thirsty for revenge, to sit his ass down only for 'i love you's and 'i love you to the moon and back's. You must be shitting me.” “You should try reading one, to improve your attitude, you're too tough. Breathe! Read romance, maybe you'll start to see some light in life and stop being a nutjob.” I protested. He stared into my eyes, laughing. I laughed back. "You're such an asshole.”He said silently.

He retrieved the novel and red the title out loud. “Forcefully Wedded, ruthlessly loved by the Billionaire Mafia.” “What type of book is this, is it about naked people?” He teased, he was referring to the barely dressed couples on the cover page who looked like they were actually having sex. “It’s a dark romance.” I said shyly. “How dark is it?” He asked. “Oh! The Male lead is unhinged and a total red flag. He reminds me of you.” “So I am unhinged and a total red flag?” He asked, leaning towards me.

Every time I read romance novels, I've always thought what a bunch of liars those authors are, to put shitty smut that the majority of us women, don't even experience. Like seriously, getting wet just by his presence in the room? Or at the sound of his voice? Bullshit, that's what it is!

Roman’s tone turns steadily cold as he adds, “Fen would more likely hunt him down now, and not in the romantic way.” My eyes light up as I remember, “My book! You saw that in one of my books didn’t you?” The Alpha of the Ironclaw pack reading a romance novel would be about as ludicrous as anything else to anyone else, but I’m his mate, his wife, he isn’t afraid to be silly around me, and as we burst out of the main doors Roman nods. I burst into the kind of spurting giggles that would have expelled water from my mouth if there was any and Roman grins cheekily, still speaking through the mate bond as he says, “I wanted to see if those men you read of have anything on me.”

"Didn't you ask me to tell you about it?" Daniel broke into a cold sweat. Of all the books she could be reading, she had to pick this one. If one drew a parallel, wouldn't he be the heartless male lead? What if she read on and remembered something from the past... By now, Daniel was sweating all over. "Anyway... romance novels use clichés. They’re all about endless love and stuff. They’re not very meaningful," he said with a forced smile. "You don't plan on writing one too, do you?"

It tasted cold and crisp. “Yes,” I said. “Romance novels.” His eyebrows lifted just a little. “The kind with older men and innocent young women? The kind where the tension builds until it snaps?” My cheeks went hot. He had read the blurbs or Marcus had told him, either way he knew. “Something like that,” I said. He leaned back in his chair. His eyes stayed on mine. “Tell me how you do it. How do you write desire that feels real? Do you research every scene or do you imagine it?”

I turn around and take a look at those. "They don't feel the same anymore", I tell him. He immediately frowns in confusion. "So, you got bored with ROMANCE?" "No. But there's a reason", I say, leaning against the shelf and placing my palm over the books. Then I slowly trace my hand over them. "And the reason is—" he leans back too, a foot of distance between us but we can clearly hear each other whispering. "People who read romance, mostly women—" I giggle. "They want to escape reality. So, they can find more beautiful things in fiction"

“No, but you were always monogamous before. With Rafe the first time and then with he-who-shall-not-be-named. Face it, you do act different with Scott.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Nothing bad!” she says quickly. “It’s just with Damien, it’s all luxury and danger. With Tomas, it’s all passion and a little bit taboo. With Rafe, it’s this epic second chance romance.” “And with Scott?” “With Scott, it’s just… life.” I blink in confusion. “What?” McKenzy’s smile softens. “You know. Normal stuff. Puppies, home-cooked meals, and helping him pick out compost bins for his farm. You two fit in this domestic little bubble, and it’s kind of adorable.”

“Is there a reason you’re talking to me, or are you just bored of hearing your own voice?” Camille chuckled, amused by the jab. “Oh, I’m just being… helpful. You should know men like Damien don’t do forever. They play, they get bored, they move on. Especially when they weren’t the ones who started the game.” Serena frowned. “What game?”

"How did you—" "Lucky guess." But his expression suggested it was anything but luck. "It's a pretty common trope in romance novels. The inexperienced writer who has to learn about love firsthand before she can write about it convincingly." "You seem to know a lot about romance novels for a..." Emma gestured vaguely at his appearance. He was wearing a casual button-down with the sleeves rolled up, dark jeans, and boots that looked expensive but well-worn. Nothing about him screamed "romance reader." "For a guy?" Jake's smile turned wicked. "Trust me, I know more about romance novels than you might think. In fact, I'd bet I could help you with your problem."