Romance Short Novels & Stories

"How was it? Is it correct that your blind-date partner is not up to your taste?" She nodded. "Is there anyone that you unexpectedly encountered who made your heart jump excitedly?" She nodded again. How could it jump excitedly? It nearly jumped to death! "Wow! Just as I had said, it is so accurate. Then, it was also raining. Are there any more romantic happenings?" Arya turned her head around and with her long hair still dripping water, she quietly said. "Sophie, ah...... This chance encounter if it is good, it is called romance but if it is bad, it is called a nightmare."

"I'm not joking with you, dead serious." "Let's do this!" I strip off my bra, unzip my shorts and pull it down, then climbing off of his lap, I pull the shorts down totally and flip it off. It would fall outside if not for the floor-to-ceiling glass window. He attempts to unzip his shorts. "No, not yet!" I grab his hands. "I want you to give a great romance, romance before sex." Adrian's POV

" I said as I drummed my fingers on the countertop, suddenly anxious. "Of course," she said, putting a hand on my hand to stop my fiddling. She speaks in this way that makes you think you're boring her, but she listens and she cares. And she knows how nervous I am lately about my fate and Finn's. "The app usually Matches people who have been together for a while. You and your prince charming will live happily ever after. Trust me." "A while," I echoed. "Huh?" She raised her eyebrows. "You said, 'a while.' We haven't really been dating for a while, and I–"

Can I write a Cute high school romance? Lets try... Not many years ago, in your typical high school environment, a girl named Alex fell in love with a girl called Zuri . Unfortunately, Alex had no gutts or whatsoever to confess it even for herself. The only thought of saying it would make her heart jump out of her chest. She did say many things to herself like: What is love? If I do not know what it is, I can't be in love. Why is my heart racing? Have I got anxiety problems now?

she asked, batting her eyelashes at him. Rome grinned. He might be nominated for an important award, but at the moment, he was just her husband. “Shorty,” he teased, stepping into the adjoining food closet to get the requested item. He extended it to her, and Ella reached for it, but rather than giving it to her, he pulled it back. She narrowed her eyes at him. Rome set the basket on the counter and pulled her close to him, breathing her in. “I love you, shorty.”

Malisa said with a raised eyebrow. " Of course not, sis! I am just twelve! " " If you say so... Miss twelve years old. " " So, sis? " " Well... Romance comes after love... It's the most exciting, mysterious and intruding part of any intimate relationship. " " Okay... So without love there can be no romance? " " Possibly... Though it's possible to feel attracted to someone, you know the butterflies in the belly, the skipping of the heart beat, the red cheeks, and continuous thinking of the fella. "

I asked and boldly asked her about her work. "What do you mean 'no more'? What was happening there, by the way?" She curiously asked, and I grunted. "Ugh! I am not really satisfied. I mean... There should be more than just them kissing, right? This one is an adult romance book, isn't it? Where's the spice? And look at this. The word count for this chapter didn't reach your average count. It is way shorter than the rest, Oj. You should do something more with this scene." I explained with a bit of frustration, and she looked at me with her right eyebrow raised.

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

“Dios, I’m crazy about you, mi amor.” I pushed his leather jacket down his shoulder. He pulled away, helping me to take it off, followed by his shirt. I reached for the hem of my shirt and gasped as Roman attacked my chest with kisses. He was quick to unclasp my bra, discarding the flimsy lace material. My eyes fluttered shut as he took a nipple in his mouth, hands fumbling with the buttons of my shorts. I shimmied my shorts down, but it was damn hard when Roman’s fingers were toying with my moist womanhood.

Admitting defeat, she finally stopped squirming and shyly said, "But... I like it when our lower parts connect. I don't want just a kiss. I want more intimacy than just our lips. The books always say that love is at the utmost stage when lovers become one." Garry widened his eyes and almost choked. "Just how many romance novels did this youngest princess read?" He asked. "I... never count," Rosalina said in a low tone. Garry couldn't help but chuckle, earning a deadly glare from Rosalina. "Hey, why did you laugh? My words were supposed to be romantic, not a joke." Rosalina hit Garry's chest with all her might, but it didn't get more than five strikes when both her hands were grabbed around t