Romance Short Novels & Stories

"Maybe that's the point." Damien watched her for a long moment. Then, with quiet finality, he said, "You're better than this. Don't let them make you forget that." "You know what would really make them choke?" she slurred, eyes glittering with spite and liquor. "If I walked in next weekend on your arm, dripping diamonds and lies. Told the whole world we're madly in love." Damien raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting we fake date?" She hiccupped. "Not seriously. Unless you're that bored."

Because twenty minutes earlier, while Rafael was still recovering on the couch, I had opened the Concierge app and placed a new order: Second companion. Tall. Heavily built. Tattooed. Rough and nasty. High stamina. No limits. I wanted to be greedy tonight. I had barely finished my second lobster tail when the knock came. My pussy throbbed in anticipation. “Answer the door,” I told Rafael, licking butter from my fingers.

"It worked, didn't it? My shoulder will heal, Liam. As long as no one suspects anything." "I love you," I whispered into his hair, the words still feeling new. "I don't want to be the reason you're hurting." "You're the reason I'm breathing," he countered, pulling back to look me in the eye. "A bruise is nothing. Just... don't do it again tomorrow, okay? My ego can only take so much." I laughed, a small sound, and leaned in to kiss him. It was supposed to be a short apology, but it turned into something deeper. For ten minutes, the world was just the two of us in a cramped kitchen.

Chapter 1: The Match Ella Ramirez leaned against the counter at Brew Haven, the late Tuesday afternoon lull dragging like molasses. Rain streaked the Portland café's large windows, turning the gray sidewalk into a blurry watercolor. At 19, juggling community college graphic design classes and barista gigs, Ella thrived on these quiet moments—sketching customers or scrolling her phone for inspiration. Today, though, boredom won. She pulled up SparkMatch, the addictive new dating app hyped on her For You page. "Real connections, real sparks," the tagline teased.

My cheeks must both be red like fresh tomatoes, and I couldn't resist licking my lips as the feeling of his soft, sensual lips lingered on my lips even when he was already gone. The kiss was very short, but the feelings were really deep, and the sensation lingered long enough that I smiled wide until I was grinning.

I said and Kingston released a sad smile before pulling me into a hug We disengaged from the hug staring at each other when Kingston suddenly kissed me.His kiss was filled with passion . The kiss was long as we found it hard to break the kiss.Kingston lifted me up taking me to our room .He zipped my gown down.He laid me on the bed gently and he trailed kisses to my neck .I'm sure I will be left with hickeys.He removed my bra as he moved his lips to my breast and I moaned loudly "Kingston...Ahh...K-b"

They kissed longer, slowly, Dennis let go of his lips on her, their eyes stuck together, none of them said a word to each other and it felt like their whole body was drawn together by a divine force none of them could explain. Cassandra didn't want Dennis to stop kissing her, she felt so alive watching him with her eyes, her heart entangling with his. She wanted more or his lips on hers, her body melted immediately he kissed her and she wanted to feel it again. The sound of the door bell brought them back to reality. Cassandra quickly remembered her pizza order. "I will get it" she said to Dennis and walked towards him with shaky legs. She opened the door, looked at the delivery guy who just

His eyes flashed darkly for a moment. He then lifted his head again. His face was full of tenderness as he softly said, "Ana, there's nothing more important in this world than you. You haven't answered me yet. Will you be my girlfriend?" One hand held red roses, the other an extravagant and sparkling pink diamond necklace, like a dual guarantee representing love and future. This was beyond anything that was written in romance novels. The young ladies in the coffee shop were excited, their faces flushed. Seeing this, they couldn't help but cheer in low voices, "Say yes, say yes!"

He put his palm on her cheek and sight in contentment ,the feeling was blissful. He can't imagine ever losing this gemstone. He leaned and locked his lips with hers, to her surprise,the kiss didn't even last for two seconds, it was a peck. Not a French kiss,No lust...it was kind of an innocent peck. He took her hands in his and intertwining it, he led her towards the entrance. She was assaulted by the brisk October air as they went out. The feeling was incredible. Her body shivered a littlebut that felt good because it was her first time coming out of this mension after weeks at night.

She feels the firm lips separating her warm, soft ones and opens up, enjoying the familiar romantic fires they ignite in him. She grabs his color, pressing numerous kisses all over his face, and curses as he breaks free. “We had just made out less than thirty minutes ago, sunshine,” Edward finally spoke up. “You mean you don’t miss all this, baby, “Florence quipped, moving her fingers over her bare thighs in a teasing movement. “Damn it, sunshine, you look so good,” he replied, caressing her thighs using the tip of his fingers before continuing,” but baby, you also know I am already getting late for work.”