Romance Status Novels & Stories

“We are going to get married anyways!” Roman turned to me with an icy expression. “ I don't see the ring on your finger.” I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. “Alpha I…” “Isn't it enough that you lied that you were a Beta? Are you also planning to brainwash her into believing you are going to marry her without a ring on her finger?” Roman asked. “Actually I…” “Even if you did buy her a ring, you will not be permitted to marry her. She will be married off to someone befitting of her status so if I were you, I'd kill the feelings while they are still young,” he said coldly.

"I was talking about that one! Room 143!" "Room 143?" I looked at him again and he looked so pissed. "What does it have to do with us when we are at the abandoned building?" He sighed heavily before pushing me off the bed. "Go. I can't talk to you anymore. You're so slow." As soon as he said that, I finally and miraculously figured out what he wanted to say. He's using the number 143 as a way to say I LOVE YOU since I am 1 letter, Love consists of 4 letters, and You consists of 3 letters.

I whispered to myself while looking at the ring that he himself put on me on our wedding day. We've only been together for two weeks but this is already happening to both of us. We don't get along anymore. “Romance him . . .” And my father’s voice still lingers in my mind. How can I do that if he’s this cold to me right now? How can I romance him if he despise me so much? “How fucked up my life is, really.” I shook my head while leaning on the backrest of my swivel chair.

“Two years ago. But I have never used it. It is my first time coming here after the renovation.” “It's really beautiful. Perfect for spending quality time here” she said with a smile but realise what she had said. The smile fell, and when she looked at Carson there was a smirk on his face. She blushed, embarrassed for not thinking properly. “I mean for couples in love. I did not mean anything about us, okay?” she added hastily. “As you say.”

“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.

He was tracking my scent through my blood. I glared straight into his dark eyes, my jaw clenching until my teeth ached. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to rip his perfect, arrogant mask right off his face. "You think you own me because of some paper marriage?" I spat, the words cutting through the tension. "Let me tell you something, Wolfe. You’re the only Alpha who has ever touched me. You're the only one who got that stupid kiss at the press conference. No one else has ever laid a finger on me. I’m still a virgin, and this contract doesn't change a single thing about who runs my life."

“You’ve known her for what, two months?” “Three,” Dante said proudly. “Which is like, five years in my emotional development.” I rubbed my temples. “You’re really doing this?” “Already bought the ring. And no, you can’t talk me out of it. You’re both invited. No suits with bloodstains.” Santino looked at me. “Is this real life?” “I think so.” Dante raised his glass. “To love. And to me, for finally beating Luca to the altar.” I clinked my glass against his. “You’re insane.”

“Okay, so remember that guy I told you about…the one with the sleeve tattoos and the six-pack and the vocabulary of a small-town priest?” Elena groans. “Please don’t say you're still talking to him.” “Oh, I’m not talking,” Karissah says smugly. “We’re communicating. Emotionally. Physically. Occasionally through memes.” I cackle. “So it’s a situationship.” “Exactly! The best kind. No rules. No expectations. Just vibes and delusion.” Elena raises an eyebrow. “How’s that going for you?” Karissah shrugs. “I think I’m in love, but also I never want to see him in daylight.”

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

Roman’s voice trembled slightly. “I grew up believing I had to conquer the world to prove my worth. But with you, I didn’t need empires. I just needed you. You changed my war into peace. My vengeance into purpose.” They kissed, thunderous applause erupting from the small crowd. No headlines. No reporters. Just a quiet promise in a loud world. Epilogue Twist, One Month Later Roman stood at his office window, sipping espresso when a knock interrupted his thoughts. It was Petra, healed and wearing a sleek suit.