Romance Psychology Novels & Stories

Finally, College Romance is a wrap but there is actually a book I should have posted before it. The story of their parents titled HER PERSONALITY. It's a short book do I will be updating this soon. 🖤🖤HER PERSONALITY🖤🖤 ___________________________ AUTHORESS RICKY _____________________________ ✍️SYNOPSIS✍️ Not every lady want to be a queen that would be pampered by a man or been boss around or just a full house wife.

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.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

She said slowly, "I thought you might have studied psychology." Robert's heart skipped a beat. Indeed, he'd studied financial management, but he also took psychology as a minor and did quite well. But why did she say that all of a sudden? Was it because of Karen's erratic behavior that she suspected him? Why? How could a novice have such keen intuition? Robert's heart was racing, and he could barely maintain his composure. It was only then that he realized that this woman was different from anyone else he had ever met. She wasn't one of those stupid women he'd once despised.

He pushed into me without warning, stretching and completing me. We always made love on the floor, knowing that our passion could easily break a bed. During our passionate encounter, every touch, every kiss, and every thrust brought us closer together, igniting a fire within us that consumed all other thoughts and worries. As our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the intensity of our connection grew, and I could feel the love and desire flowing between us. The room was filled with the sounds of our breathless moans and the rhythm of our bodies colliding. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the depths of our passion, indulging in the pleasure that only we could share.

He held her hands lovingly, “I lose control whenever I’m around you. And I love it just that way. Darling, please. Just trust me on this, we’ll be fine.” She squinted her eyes, “How are you so calm and collected about this? What gives you the assurance that we’ll be fine? Jesus Christ, it’s like you don’t understand a word I’m trying to say,” she yelled at him, angrily. “I do, I really do. And I’m trying my best to make things work out. It’s been a while, I’m a bit rusty when it comes to romance because it has been a while, but I want you. You know this, and I’d do anything to keep us together.”

She watched as the anxiety on his face vanish but there were still some embers of hope in his eyes. "I guess I'll just have to charm you then. I'll charm you into falling in love with me," Asher asserts, yet he was scared his words were dumb. He could be slick-tongued with the ladies when he wanted to, but he had no such luck with Joan. Still, he hoped his words carried over his emotions. This was all so confusing to Joan. She and Asher are in a contractual relationship which he initiated for selfish reasons. They are deceiving people through the camouflage of a fake romance. All that was enough for Joan to refuse his advances now that he wants an actual romance.

"I don't think it's appropriate for you to psychoanalyze my approach to writing." "I'm not psychoanalyzing anything. I'm analyzing your work, and your work suggests a writer who understands the concept of passion without ever having surrendered to it herself." The accusation was so accurate and so humiliating that Emma felt tears prick her eyes. She blinked them back furiously, refusing to prove Jake's point about her emotional availability. "So what are you suggesting?" she asked, her voice carefully controlled. Jake gathered the marked manuscripts into a neat pile. "I'm suggesting that if you want to write romance that truly moves people, you need to understand what it feels like to be gen

I awkwardly nod at him. "Nope, you are wrong. You wrote a love story with a classic tragedy at the end." So what?! It is almost a shock, and it's a romance. "It's a romance." I contest. "No, it's not. Let me tell you what's a romance story is." He pauses and stands up. He begins to move as he explains. "A romance story is a type of genre in fiction novel which places its primary focus on a relationship and romantic love between two persons. Usually emotionally satisfying and has an optimistic ending. Romance story always has a happy ending despite the challenges of your plot." Oh! I understand.

I said softly, “how you can write multiple romances based on a single topic.” “Hm,” Rome murmured. “For example,” I continued, my thoughts flowing more freely now, “two people might meet at the same place. A cafe. A workplace. A school. But the way they fall in love will never be identical.” Rome leaned slightly closer to the railing beside me. “Why is that?” he asked. “Because people are different,” I said. “Their wounds are different. Their fears are different. Their hopes are different.” He nodded slowly.