Romance Reads Online Novels & Stories

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

I clutched the blanket and stayed still, hoping the lightning would stop and let me breathe. “What do you want to read?” He asked, wrapping his arm around me and pushing me flush against his chest. I was almost lying on top of him. He must have not seen how red my face was as he scrolled through the fiction section on Kindle. “I am not in the right position to read.” “I will read it to you.” I couldn’t miss a chance like this. “Romance,” I said in my best I-am-scared-of-lightening-please-read-me-something voice. Then added, “With some steam.”

she cocked her brow, her tone matter of fact. “Obviously not, but there has to be a middle ground between bed rest and insanity.” “There isn’t. That’s why bed rest sucks.” She settled into the chair beside the bed. “Want me to read to you? I found this absolutely terrible supernatural romance where the werewolf heroine falls for a vampire—” “That sounds awful.” “It’s amazingly awful. That’s the point.” She opened the book, clearing her throat dramatically. “Chapter One: The night I met Aire was the night everything changed…”

Just one chance to prove my love for you. Luciana turned her head towards him in shock making her lips to brush his. Their eyes were only inches away as they both stared in each other's eyes. Him with adoration and her with shock. Damon: Yes baby. I am crazily obsessed with you. I am insanely in love with you Luciana Knight. Luciana's breath hitched even more making hard for her to breathe.

This is really happening. "Y...Yes I do" I replied with a hopeless crack in my voice. "And do you promise to be there for better for worse, in sickness and in health till death do you part?" "Yes I do". Nezt, he gave the marriage rites to me to read out: "I Bethel, take you Ryan to be my lawfully wedded husband; to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish. And I promise to be faithful till death do us part" I read nervously.

The handwriting was neat but feminine with looping letters that spoke of care. Her throat tightened as she began to read. “To my dearest little Esme, If you’re reading this, it means a rainy day has found its way into your heart. I’m sorry I can’t be there to hold you through it, to make you hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and tell you silly stories until you laugh.

“What’s the matter? Are you feeling unwell? There are too many people here. I’ll take you home to rest.” I looked up and stopped laughing, saying calmly, “Sure.” He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Still smiling, I continued, “But I don’t want to go home. Tomorrow’s my birthday, and I want to go for a hot-air balloon ride. I want to watch the sunrise with you.”

She then opened her online novel app and checked the notification for the latest episode update of the ongoing novel she was following. Suddenly, Emily burst into laughter as she began to read the romantic comedy novel. Line by line, paragraph by paragraph, her beautiful eyes followed along. Reading romantic comedy novels was always a mood booster for Emily. Besides enjoying the fantasy, Emily also gleaned moral lessons from them. For her, reading was not just about entertainment but also about capturing the positive side, which was the main goal of every writer.

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

Anna shook her head and said, "No, I will forever remember that." Ryan opened the bag containing the books inside the bag and read what Anna bought, "A Whirlwind Romance With Mister Knight." He handed her the book and proposed, "You start." They got comfortable on the couch, and Anna began to read the story. At first, it was the usual exciting tale of a girl meeting a beautiful man, but as the pages turned, it became sensual.