Romance Novels With Shy Heroines の小説・ストーリー

“Inspiration doesn’t wait. Besides, you say things too good to waste. Like the coffee brooding? That was gold.” He shook his head, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he ordered two coffees. We grabbed a corner table, Goose still stealing glances from half the café. “So, what’s this book about?” Ace asked once we sat. “Cat shifters,” I said without hesitation. “Epic romance. Sarcastic hero, rambly heroine, lots of claws and passion.” Ace raised a brow. “Sounds familiar.” My cheeks burned. “Coincidence.”

she exclaimed. I had told Cordelia I would marry Gideon and that he had also secretly loved me for a decade. When she heard this, the first thing that came to her mind was the second male love interest in the romance novels she had read. In those novels, such characters usually fell in love at first sight when they were young. Because of this, they would secretly watch over the female protagonist for years and always place her needs first. Then, once she had divorced her husband, these characters would immediately and unconditionally appear at her side. They would love the female protagonist with unwavering devotion.

He was shy and wasn’t really great when it comes to talking to girls or so she’s heard but he had a flock of women going crazy for him, which didn’t surprise me. I knew I didn’t have to worry about Joseph ever. He was a sweet guy and I didn’t find that very attractive. So this attraction that I feel is temporary and it will definitely go away. I can’t ever imagine that I would ever end up with a guy who is so shy that he can barely look me in the eyes. I can’t ever imagine being married to him. AUTHOR’S NOTE Hello All You Beautiful People, Yes, the first chapter is here but sadly, I won’t be updating this anytime soon. But I will once I am done with Danika Williams.

was a slap in the face for Joey, leaving her hand suspended in mid-air. If Joey had been more thin-skinned, she would have been utterly embarrassed and run away in shame. An image from a typical CEO romance novel flashed through my mind: the heroine running away in tears, the hero chasing after her anxiously. The heroine would conveniently encounter some accident, the hero would grab her just in time, then pull her into his embrace. The heroine would struggle, the hero would comfort and coax her, and finally, they'd end up kissing. This was the formula for most CEO novels, but Luke was a hero who never followed the script. He absolutely wouldn't chase after Joey!

Little did she understand the extent of my restraint. I ended the call abruptly, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She offered a hesitant smile and extended her hand as if in greeting. I seized it with a possessive force, my fingers trailing down her body. She gasped in surprise, her hand intertwining with mine as I traced her curves with my fingertips. Her moans fueled my desire, and she melted into my embrace, her breasts pressing against my chest as our lips met in a fervent kiss. She pushed me back onto the sofa, her hands inching toward the waistband of my jeans.

But my hand went straight for the romance novel. Harrison had never allowed them in the house, and I was way overdue for something lighthearted and cheesy. I have always told anyone who would listen that I was not ashamed to read romance novels. I’d read them in public even – on a busy train, in a restaurant – I didn’t care. They carried an unjust stigma that I was determined to break. But … When Killian walked in the room, I was quick to shove the book under my pillow. I wasn’t ashamed, exactly – it was just that, when I pictured the love interest of the novel, I pictured Killian.

With a deep breath, I turned the first page of the romance novel, eager to immerse myself in its tender tale. The story unfolded like a delicate dance, a waltz of whispered promises and stolen glances. Each word painted a vivid picture in my mind, transporting me to a realm where love bloomed like flowers in spring. With every chapter, I found myself drawn deeper into the lives of the characters, their emotions becoming entwined with my own.

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

But somehow, no matter where she went, his shadow seemed to follow. The library, with its polished oak shelves and warm light, became her sanctuary. Here, she could immerse herself in the comfort of books, though she wasn’t truly reading. Her hands traced the spines as her mind wandered, replaying the encounters from the morning: his casual dominance at breakfast, the faint, calculating smirk when he had observed her in the garden, and the subtle intensity in his gaze that had made her pulse quicken against her will.

I asked, my voice rough with amazement, "I thought you were a virgin..." She giggled as her cheeks flushed pink again. Her head ducked and thumped lightly against my chest. "I read books," she admitted, peeking up at me with a shy smile, "And honestly just... wanted to try it out." A laugh burst from me, surprised and utterly charmed. "Books?" "Romance books," she clarified, her embarrassment warring with obvious pride, "Very detailed romance books." "Gods..." I muttered, pulling her closer. "Remind me to thank whatever author wrote those."