Romance Series English Novels & Stories

Isabella said innocently. Miley laughed bitterly. “Oh, Isabella… please. I know you love him.” “I don’t!” Isabella said quickly. “Then say it. Say you don't love him!” Miley shouted, her eyes blazing. Isabella froze... “Miley… I don’t love him,” Isabella stammered nervously. “Besides, Max loves you. You’re his first love.” “I hope so,” Miley said coldly, her wine-scented breath close to Isabella’s face. “Don’t even think about falling for something that’s mine.”

And we can look at instances such as - calling yourselves romantic names rather than your real names". I scoffed and almost laughed and Ryan noticed. Romantic names indeed. "Yes - it's one of the spices of a relationship. You shouldn't just go ahead calling each other by your names. You can make use of something like baby, sugar, sweetheart, love, and all that..." "Ma'am" I suddenly cut in and raised my hand. Oh, God! I didn't even realize when I did that. "Yes ma'am Bethel? Do you have something to say?" The counselor asked and I slowly stood up.

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."

“But I’ll be back before you know it. Ronan will take you to and from work. Archer will keep an eye on your building.” Elina shook her head. “I’m not scared to be alone, Francis. I’ll just miss you.” He captured her mouth again. His hands slid into her hair, tilting her head to give him better access. He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue and when she opened for him, he dove in, tasting the faint sweetness. She let out the faintest whimper and Francis felt heat surge through him, tightening low in his stomach.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

She looked at the camera with the loving gaze he knew so well, smiling as she said, “Victor, this is the fifth anniversary present I prepared for you and the family. I put all my energy into this game, in the hopes that it could provide the last push you need to officially take over the family.” The last frame paused on her smile, full of anticipation. She had ended the email with one last sentence. “Victor, if this marriage was a sham from the start, then I’ll give both of us the release we truly want.” Her loving expression in the video, the cold farewell in the email, Summer’s mocking laughter in the recording, and the painfully clear words in the medical report… All of it formed the absu

There are 28 messages from my Match. I cursed loudly. The prince might have been thinking I was ghosting him. I opened them all and went to the very first message. "Hi, miss Harper. This might have been a surprise to you. It is for me as well," the prince wrote. God, even in sending a message to his future wife, he's still so polite. Future wife. I just said that. "Miss Harper? Are you there?" "Miss Harper, are you okay? I've been briefed on what's happening in your HarmonyCenter."

Even in his letter, there’s still criticism and possessiveness. I continued reading. Please always take care of yourself. None of us are there to watch over you. So, please, don’t be stubborn! I rolled my eyes. I don’t need someone to watch over me. He’s just paranoid. Don’t worry too much either. Because I assure you, I already have the answers to our questions when I come back. And always remember, I love you. — K.E.C. After reading, I looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror, smiling. I can’t believe that I was smiling right now because of the prince of vampires that I used to hate.