Romance Short Novels & Stories

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the lady said and I scoffed. "You misunderstood everything ma'am, she's just a friend, there's no love attached" I explained. "Really? Okay then, I am sorry for misunderstanding" she apologized. "Thanks" I said and I sighed. Very funny lady, how could she think I'm in love with Jasmine. I scoffed again. "Impossible" I muttered. The door to the changing room opened and Jasmine came out again. This time dressed in short yellow dress with flower patterns. "How do I look?" She asked and I almost couldn't stop myself from staring at her.

, " big fat ass” “We need to talk about what you submitted". Tilting his head to face me directly, " Oh, was it not satisfactory?” He asked, feigning innocence. The way he dragged the word made my pussy throb. “It was inappropriate" I kept my tone calm and professional. “This was supposed to be a romance assignment, not a pornography”. His lips curved into a slow grin. “It’s not pornography if it’s a love story, is it? Maybe just a… dirtier kind of love.”

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Eyes lock across a crowded room, or someone is doing dishes and their partner sneaks up to give them a hug and nibble on their ear. Romance is more than just bedroom mechanics. It’s all the moments leading up to and the moments after. Many romance books have no sex scenes at all, everything is fade to black or behind closed doors. Just like that for them, their small, sweet moments where everything in their relationship which were making their relation more stronger and bringing them closer at moments of life. "I want to say something to you" She said to him, still standing in her position.

"Since when do you go on three dates in two days? That seems excessive even for you." "I'm trying to give love a chance," Wednesday declared. "Or at least give mediocre conversation a chance. So far, no luck. I'm beginning to think romance is dead." "What's romance?" Iniko asked, looking up from his tablet. "It's when grown-ups act silly because they like each other," Wednesday explained. "Like in those movies where people stare at each other and say dumb things." "Oh." Iniko considered this. "Aunt Wednesday, if you're chasing love, can you chase one for my mama too?"

“I’m going to fill you up, Zara. My perfect, brilliant, infuriating rival.” His own release crashed over him, and he shuddered, pumping his hot cum deep inside her with a series of ragged, groaning thrusts. He collapsed on top of her, his weight a comforting anchor, both of them breathing as if they’d run for miles. Slowly, the world came back. The smell of sex and shattered moonflower filled the air. Ronan shifted his weight, but didn’t pull out of her, instead propping himself up on his elbows to look down at her.

“I don’t know. Isn’t he your boyfriend?” “Xavier isn’t my boyfriend.” “Pardon me. About to be your boyfriend.” “Not that either.” “Seriously, Noah,” Rina chimed in, finally tucking her phone away. “We’ve been friends for three years now and you don’t know that Lucas is Mr. Commitment-Phobe.” “I’m not a commitment-phobe. I’m just not—” “Interested in relationships. Yeah. Heard that before.” I scowled at her. She was acting entirely too cocky for my liking.

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

"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."