Romance On The Table Novels & Stories

The little cute candles on the table were also giving the same glow so it made the table look all fancy and magical. “Didn’t know the dining table could look like a 7 star hotel with just bulbs and candles “ said Hazel, already bringing her phone out to take some pictures. “What is going on ?” I asked again and before someone can process the whole thing and give me an answer. A soft and a familiar romantic music started playing in the background, it was one of my favorite songs that keeps me calm when I’m reading, it was sung by Stephen and Em. ***I would never fall in love again until I found her"

“A place I thought you would like, I wanted your short stay in Paris to be memorable, even though we are here for work.” A low table sits on the sand, covered with a white cloth and surrounded by soft brown cushions. Dozens of candles form a glowing circle around it, their light flickering warmly in the gentle breeze. Glass lanterns and bottles on the table add its aesthetic. I followed him toward the setup, my heels sinking slightly into the sand. The table was scattered with White roses, crystal glasses, and silver cutlery. A chilled bottle of wine rested in a bucket nearby. “This is beautiful,” I said quietly, taking my seat. “You really didn’t have to go this far.” My throat tightened, t

I cautioned myself, “This is Gavin Pierre, pull yourself together!” Besides, it was a contract marriage, one that didn’t need consummation, but damn my body for betraying me like that- we wanted two different things. As I walked through the hallway back to him, I was mesmerized by the scenery before me. The dining table was set ever so beautifully, with two plates of salad and steak served in fine wares. A candle light lit in the middle of the table, with soft music playing in the background. The smile came involuntarily.

He pecks my lips twice before telling me to wait here for a minute, I shrug and turn back around to face the mirror, wanting to really check out my hair and for my eyes to get used to it, while Roman carries on with whatever he's doing. It's not long before he comes back and when he does, he takes my hand in his and leads me out of the bathroom. Us heading towards the balcony sparks my curiosity and what I discover there, makes my heart to jump. There's a small table situated in the corner of the balcony, it's filled with a bottle of champagne, a bowl of mixed chocolates, another bowl of strawberries, rose patels are splattered all over the table, it's so cute and romantic, I can't help but

Archer and Ira were rolling with laugher. “Can we just take a vote?” I asked. I wanted it over and done with. “I declare To Love Again as the runaway winner!” Noah screamed with finality. Everyone stood up, then Charm said, “Ok, you go and watch that alone. Just shut up, you diehard Sharon Cuneta fan!” Everyone laughed while leaving the cafeteria. I saw Belinda turning around to look at us. Lance did not stop nor look at her. He walked beside me. Val intentionally pushed me, which made me bump into Lance. Val said, “Excuse me.” He smiled so sweetly at Lance. Then went ahead to walk arm in arm with Charm. The two exaggeratedly sashayed ahead of Lance and me. I wanted to put my leg out and

The roses were placed on the side table as she observed Lucas busy with the plates and other tableware. A white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, black pants, and an apron—it was a combination Velia had never expected. But she had to admit, it looked good. Lucas grinned. He clearly knew he was being watched. “You're not waiting for me to break the plates, right?” Velia shook her head, amused. “No. I just enjoy looking at you.” Two plates of spaghetti were served on the dining table. They enjoyed their belated dinner, but it did not matter at all.

Soft lights were strung between trees, creating a magical canopy. Delicate floral arrangements in whites and silvers adorned every surface, making the space feel both intimate and grand. Roman sat at the head table, his presence a constant gravitational pull. As I sat beside him, he turned, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made the entire room fade away. "You look breathtaking, my love," he murmured, so low that only I could hear. I nodded, finding comfort in the simple contact. "You too, Mr charming," I whispered back.

Their conversation echoed through the entire restaurant. "Jeremy, when is that old woman finally going to add your name to the deed?" "Soon. She's just a love-starved idiot. A few sweet words and she's completely lost. Once the house is mine, I'll dump her and marry you." "Sheesh, you're so bad… But I like it." The ring box fell from Jeremy's hand, snapping open with a loud clatter. The cheap moissanite rolled under the table. His face turned ghostly pale.

Tommy was being a perfect gentleman and I felt great perched on his arm as we came in to be seated. Our table was at the back of the restaurant just off the hotel lobby with a great view of the bay and the bridge. Little round tables covered with white, floor-length cloths, silver settings and lighted candles. It was the essence of romance. The waiter approached a short Italian man with a big mustache. "May I take your coat, Madam?"

A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."