Romance Terms Novels & Stories

It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish. When he finally released me, we were both panting. "You love me," Francis said, locking eyes with me, each word deliberate as if willing it to be true. "You'll keep loving me. The drugs are irrelevant." I could not help but laugh. "Francis, who are you kidding?" Francis acted like he did not hear me. He just stood up and smoothed out his suit. "You're getting out tomorrow. Come stay at my place." "That's not my home," I said.

My other hand moved to cup her face, my thumb grazing her cheek gently, contrasting the intensity of everything else. There was a storm raging between us—anger, confusion, frustration, and something deeper, something neither of us could fully understand. But it was there. I felt it, and I knew she did too. Everything we’d been holding back, everything we’d refused to acknowledge, was breaking free in that kiss.

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

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!”

She asked him. “No,” he dropped his eyes back to the notepad. “But I don’t like boyfriend,” it was muttered. “De facto?” She suggested. He grimaced. “So hippy.” She sighed out a breath and turned back to her page. “Fated mate?” “What the f–k is a fated mate?” He demanded. “What are we, dogs?” “It is a term they use in certain romance genres to describe a relationship between two people where destiny draws them irresistibly together.”

143 was slang for "I love you" "Enjoying yourself?" Chris remarked suddenly. Paige, caught off guard, responded, "Huh?" "See, your happiness does have a price," Chris added. Paige's forced smile lingered on her face. That was a bit of a blow. Chris, with a subtle smile, glanced at Paige before returning to his work. Paige sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and amusement. Why did Chris have to engage in such trivial banter with a pregnant woman? Despite her annoyance, when she looked at the sum of money in her bank account, the irritation seemed to fade.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

With a mischievous glint in my eyes, I leaned in closer, capturing her gaze. "Emily," I whispered, my voice laden with a mixture of longing and playfulness, "our love is not just a source of strength, but also a flame that ignites the most passionate of desires within me." A blush crept up her cheeks, and a playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Oh, Roman," she responded, her voice a breathy whisper, "you always know how to set my heart ablaze."

“What is so romantic about him, stealing his best friend’s fiancée?” “Fi-What now?” Ma Xiao-Er was confused, she might not understand him when he said the word, fiancée, but she does understand one thing about love and she had told him what it means to love someone, as she shouted in his face, “Stealing? You can’t steal love! If they love each other, they love each other. There’s no such thing as stealing when it comes to love! If you think that love can be stolen so easily, then you don’t know what love is!”

Romain reacted immediately, his eyes lighting up with a gleam he reserved only for me. "I love you too," he replied, his voice husky and vibrating with emotion. The echo of our confessions mingled with our bodies, with our souls beating in harmony. We desired each other like souls lost in the vast ocean of life, finding refuge in one another. Romain took me in his arms, his warmth enveloping me, and I closed my eyes, letting myself be carried away by this momentum. Each gesture became an exploration, caresses tracing promises of devotion and passion.