Romance Podcast Novels & Stories

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Author's POV What is Romance? this is the question I always asked myself and I found that........ Romance is the language of love. It is the way that you show your partner that you care about them. Every person has their own idea of what they might consider romantic. For some, it will be dressing up for the other or buying flowers or jewelry. There is no way to know what is romantic without knowing the person. Romance is created by the feeling that you are genuinely cared about. All romance has one thing in common; it must show the other person that you care enough to find out what is meaningful to them.

'They are diabolical! "Well, Colm, what are we watching?" Celly asked. Colm smiled, "I appreciate being included." He slid his arms off the sofa and wrapped them around the girls pulling them close to his sides. "I figured, I should show you both how sophisticated and romantic I am." He smiled. "Let's watch Roman Holiday. I love Audrey Hepburn, or if you ladies prefer romance with some comedy The Princess Bride is a great classic and I'm sure you both will swoon over Wesley and his sword skills." Colm winked at Ang.

“Anyway, I’ll pick something new for you to read. Something simple. Maybe romance.” Alaric looked horrified. “Romance?” She grinned. “Yes, romance. It’ll do you good.” He smirked faintly. “No promises.” Kimani laughed, shaking her head as she finished her drink. “You never change, do you?” “Maybe I don’t need to,” he said, eyes glinting. “Maybe you do,” she countered, just as softly. And for a fleeting moment, the world seemed to pause — just them, the low hum of jazz, and the warmth of something new blooming quietly between them.

No, too close to what they were already running. “Ex-Lover Speaks Out” Too desperate. Too reactive. I tapped the marker against my palm. Think. What trends faster than scandal? Romance. I snatched my phone and called Andrea Myles—editor at StarChaser Weekly. She answered with a groggy voice. “It’s past midnight, Caleb.” “And yet your site’s still posting garbage. How about I give you something premium?” “Talk.” “Public figure. Big name. Private romance, soon-to-be engagement. You heard it here first.”

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Matthew immediately began to flirt again. The host finally came back to her senses and reacted. “Yes, Mr. Henderson is right. You don’t need a reason to like someone. Liking someone without a reason is what it’s like to genuinely like someone!” Christina glared at Matthew and asked in a low voice, “Matthew Henderson, I’m recording a program. Why are you messing around?” “I’m also recording the program!” Matthew said seriously. Helpless, Christina had no choice but to go through the process in front of the audience. She smiled awkwardly. “Mr. Henderson, what are your views on marriage?”

She said as she grabbed her jacket and stormed off not wanting the matter to escalate but she was wrong “If you walk out on me, we are done” suddenly a cold voice spoke she froze for a bit but the constant fight and random augment were just too much for her so she left Lincoln voice yelling as the distances were getting further Their breakup didn’t happen in a dramatic moment. It happened slowly. Like a rope unraveling. Until finally there was nothing left holding them together. One night they sat across from each other in silence. Neither spoke for a long time. Finally Lincoln said, “We’re too different.”

Knox chuckles, and the sound rumbles through his chest into mine. "Is that what you want? Because I promise you, Ember Aragon, I am quite the obsessive lover." "Oh, bring it on, Knox Volkov." I manage a watery smile. "I was married to an asshole for eight years. I have this romance game in my pocket." He chuckles, and I kiss him. Soft at first, then deeper—pouring everything I feel into it, all the want and the fear and the desperate hope that maybe, somehow, thirty days will be enough to change his mind.

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”