Romance On The Table Novels & Stories

Jace smiles at me and pulls me even tighter to him. The restaurant is dim and there are candles on every table giving it a very romantic ambience. The hostess sits us at a table near the back, and I don’t miss the way she sets our forks and cloth napkins of opposite sides of the table. Jace pulls my chair out and pushes me into the table. He then sits in the chair directly to my left. The hostess narrows her eyes at me and tells us to enjoy our meal. “This place is beautiful.” I say to Jace looking around at all the different couples laughing and chatting amongst themselves.

a "Know something else that looks good?" ****** Candle lights beamed against the surface of champagne flutes and wine bottles—chrome plates filled with ice cubes and shredded roses trickling red liquid and turning the water red. The table was covered in red taffeta, giving the scene a romantic look, and the stars shone brightly in the skies. "Wow." Her soft voice came in a mutter as she walked towards the table. My fists clenched, and I waited for her to know if she was going to like this or not. "This is so beautiful."

Ann said “Thank you for forgiving me.” Henry said “Thank you for being real and also for considering my feelings.” Ann said “You’re welcome.” Henry said. Henry called the waiters back in and they cleared the table. And changed it with another decoration in a few minutes. And now it looks so romantic. Scented candles,roses and other pretty romantic items were on the table. Everything looks so beautiful and romantic. “Are we not done here?” Ann said “We’re just moving to the highlight of the night.” Henry said

He could see her hesitation as she reluctantly sat on the chair, but he was not accepting no for an answer. "I'm sorry, but I'm not really... hungry." She began to decline as she gradually moved away from the table. But she would admit she was astonishingly surprised by his effort, upon noticing the elaborately crafted table. Freshly picked flowers adorned the center of the table, two candles flickered their bright light, and porcelain china and polished silver cutlery lay on the white embroidered linen table. It was a perfect romantic setting for a lovely date. But she was not falling for any of this shit. Not again.

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by:Authoress Ricky 🦋 Chapter Thirty- one🦋 Semi- Final💕💕💕 ✍️Authoress Ricky pov✍️ "Rachael" "Mom" I should probably let you know what really happened before Rachael was caught in her makeout session with Jeremy. The house was buzzling as different kept moving in out of the building. Music was flowing in the living room and the twins were having the best birthday in their entire life.

The dark sky and the stars in the sky made me feel at peace with the place. “You came on time.” I gasped and spun around. Anthony was standing to the side, holding a large bouquet of white and red roses. Behind him was a small candle lit dinner table with pretty lights around and a food tray beside it. “Anthony.” I walked over to where he was and stopped before him. “Hi.” He smiled and cupped my cheek. I exhaled when my heart fluttered from his touch. I smiled up at him and bit my lip when his thumb traced shapes on my cheek.

Candles, roses, and wine were arranged on the table, creating a romantic atmosphere. They had never had a candlelit dinner together before. In Nina's life, such scenes had only been seen in TV dramas. She had admired them before, hoping that one day she and her lover could be even more romantic than in those dramas. Unexpectedly, it was Zoe who had thought of it so considerately. "Please enjoy your meal, Sir, Madam," the waiter said, placing the items on the table before leaving. Nash pulled out a chair for Nina. "Take a seat."

“Alexe—“ Ralph hooked his arm around my waist pulling me away to the rows of seats and couches placed in a dimly lit red room. Several people surrounded the area who looked rich. Ralph’s arm was possessive as he stealthily led us to the round table where Romano’s was written. The table had four seats, two of them unfilled. People gawked at us or him as they whispered among themselves. I couldn’t recognise any face feeling intimidated and out of place.

My heart was racing with anticipation as we entered a secluded corner of the greenhouse where a beautiful table was set up for two. The sight took my breath away. The table was adorned with candles, sparkling silverware, and crystal glasses. Alpha Matthew pulled out my chair and gestured for me to sit down. As I settled into my chair, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of gratitude and love for the man in front of me. This was the most romantic gesture anyone had ever done for me. But as we began our dinner, I noticed something strange in Alpha Matthew’s eyes. It was a look I had never seen before, a glint of something primal and untamed.

Him bringing me to his private space somehow made the invasion of my privacy worse. He had a small table laid out near the foot of his bed. On top of it there were two silver domes, candles and a bottle of wine. There was a single burgundy rose laid on the table across from Arthur. I rolled my eyes so hard that I was surprised that I didn’t see my own brian. “What is all this about?” I pointed at the table and tried my best to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. “We are going to have a lovely romantic meal then I am going to mark you.”