Romance Title Novels & Stories

It felt wrong, but I was curious about his point of view. “Baby girl, if your journal is a novel, what would the title be?” His question made me think about it. If it was a novel, what should I call it? My Angel and My Devil? No.. It didn't sound right. Suddenly a title clicked in my mind. I turned to him and said, “My Always, My Forever.” He nodded as if he understood the reason behind my choice of title. “Since I’m married to you, I’m your forever, and Rai is your always?” he voiced his thought.

#LoveSexRomance A/N: All my stories are not "EDITED VERSION" yet, so there are a lot of mistakes and typos like grammar and everything that is wrong when you read it...please be patient hehehe ty.

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

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.”

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Romeo handed his hand--handed his pinky to Rena. Romeo? It was like hearing the names of fairy tale characters, Romeo and Juliet. Rena smiled in response. The smile she wanted most for herself. Moreover, Rena's eyes will disappear if those lips are sunken. "Rena. Rena Schaaci. You can call me that, Mr. Romeo." "Rena," Romeo muttered. Will our love story start here? Is this what they call falling in love a second time? Especially when the pinkies of the two are intertwined with each other.

As she approached him, she put on her best smile and said, "Hello, my name is Penelope. It's a pleasure to meet you." The man smiled and took her hand, "The pleasure is mine, Penelope. I'm Logan." As Penelope and Logan emerged from the private room, the crowd in the Main Hall erupted in joy. Everyone was eager to catch a glimpse of the soon-to-be-married couple, and a sense of excitement filled the air. The chancellor, standing at the front of the crowd, called for everyone's attention and announced that everything had been decided.

Their fragrance drifted up as he stopped before her, his gaze tender. “No contracts,” he said softly. “No pressure. Just me. And this love I have for you.” She stared at him, lips parting. A whisper. “Say it again, please.” He didn’t blink. “I love you.” Her eyes glistened. “I love you too.” He leaned forward, and under the moonlight, with the quiet city lights behind them, they kissed—deeply, meaningfully, like a vow spoken without words. A few moments later, Duke Anderson stepped onto the balcony. His presence was calm, proud. He smiled at them, extending a hand to Dominic.

Once I reach him, I lay the curtain over him. “There was no need for that.” “That is what a man with no heart will say.” I retort. “Ouch, my love. That hurt.” I let go of the soft material curtain, and turn to Rome. “Don't call me that.” He smirks. “I will call you whatever I want.” “November. That is what you will call me.” He cringes. “Nah. That name sounds tacky and corny.”

He continued to harass her with his words and eyes. She unconsciously took another step back, her heart beating faster than ever and her cheeks turning red in embarrassment. She was too shocked to even speak. With a blank mind, she threw the broom at him and he dodged it ever so effortlessly. She turned around and quickly rushed towards the back room but who was she running away from? A mafia king who was deeply and madly in love with her.