Romance Text To Her Novels & Stories

Your happiness is what should be at the zenith for you, just like it is to me, and no one is allowed to judge you for that. His words always managed to seep into her skin, leaving her feeling calm and happy. Like some sort of happiness drug. She leaned in and kissed him. "I love you, Romeo Armani, and I want you to make love to me." Romeo's face glowed as he smiled. "Let me show you just how much your happiness is my zenith

I responded: Are you offering to have me change you mind huh Ad? She read it and immediately responded: I never said so, but what's your offer? Oh so she was asking for a bride indirectly. I typed a response: What's your take? I smiled as soon as I saw the emoji she queued up in her text: I want chocolates. Lots of it. I really didn't mind getting them for her. I responded: Done. Oh, send your bank details. She responded: Why?

“I know they aren’t fated mates like you and Jericho, but it got me excited for you and how everything will go tonight! You have to give me all the details later!” She’s such a hopeless romantic that I can’t help but smile at her. “I promise to give you some details later, but remember, this is just a first meeting, This is not going to be some perfect fairy tale where the prince sweeps me off my feet and we live happily ever after.”

She smiled while Teq just smirked at both of them. "Here's my number." He handed her the card. "Text me please." "Sure sure." She chuckled as they walked on before giving him one last look. They exchanged smiles and kept moving. “He’s quite cute.” She cooed at Teq immediately they got seated. “I know right?” “Do you think I should text him?” “Sure, immediately.” She amped her up. “Alright, here goes nothing.” She exhaled as she typed away on her phone.

she texted right back. I chuckled at her reply. "I suppose the grim ripper is attractive?" I texted back. She didn't reply for a long time. "What are you doing here?" She finally texted. I could feel the fire in every line. I shuddered. So much power In her lines. "Came to take my lady to her studio" I texted praying for a mild response from her.

Clean, simple, done. I just need her to sign. I text her: *Need to see you. Can you come to the apartment tonight? 7 PM. Important.* She responds within seconds: *I'll be there.* The eagerness in that quick response makes something in my chest twist. Guilt, maybe. Or just impatience to have this finished. --- She arrives exactly at seven, and I'm struck by how different she looks. Thinner, paler, wearing clothes that hang off her frame. Her hair isn't styled. No makeup. She looks like she's been crying.

I went to take my phone and send her a text message. 'Lunch at twelve. Dome will escort you down to the hotel restaurant. I'm sorry about before. I love you, honey.'

She steps closer. Close enough that I can feel her. Her presence. Her power. Her everything. “You proposed over text,” she adds. “I did.” “That’s the worst proposal in history.” “I know.” A beat. “And you still said yes.” Her smile widens. “Because it’s so you and I loved it.” That does something to me. Something I don’t bother trying to control. “Say it again,” I murmur. She tilts her head. “What?” “Yes.” Her eyes lock onto mine.

Dante Fucking Romano, how did he even get my number but before I could text back I received another text from him saying. “See you at dinner love.” I left it on read. I hate this man with a big H in it.

She whispered. “What? Really?” I asked. I felt a sudden possessiveness as being the only one to have her sweet pussy. “Yes, I understand if you want to stop.” She said. “I won’t stop if you don’t want me to stop. Are you sure? Shouldn’t you want romance?” I asked her. “Fuck romance. All romance ever did was cheat on me. I’m sure, Jasper.” She answered. I kissed her hard, tugging at the strands of her hair and kneading on her tits. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked her tight peak.