Romance Title の小説・ストーリー

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

I told her, "Though I'm about to start working on one." "Oh yeah? What's the title?" I bit my lip at that, "Well, I...I haven't figured it out, yet" I confessed looking up at Carlacia who arched a brow up at that. "Uh, I see, but you do have an idea of what's it going to be about, right?" "Yeah, yeah of course" I said tucking my hair behind my ears, "It's romance." Carlacia smiled at me, "Course it is, everyone loves a good ol' romance."

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

He just smiles when he sees my incredulous face, so he pulls out a small Tiffany box from his drawer, and I immediately feel dizzy. “Victoria.” I sigh heavily as he says my name. “Will you marry me?” His naked body and his skin make me want to say "yes" immediately, not to mention that the ring is so shiny and the rock is big. “Aren't you going to kneel?” I say, mocking him a little, while he immediately looks shocked.

She asked when he was done. Like she had done, he held the phone out for her to read it. Mi amor. She cocked a brow. "Spanish makes everything more romantic or so I was told." She laughed. "Don't forget to send it, Madeline." "I won't. I promise." Satisfied, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She recoiled, her eyes asking him what he was doing. "Friends kiss on the cheek." He threw in a wink for an added effect, turned and headed out.

Jaye followed moments later, her own climax crashing over her in a wave of silent, convulsing pleasure. That night, Tony casually put on a movie and the family gathered to watch. To give a movie theater feeling, they turned off all the lights, leaving only the dim light of the TV screen. It was one of those cheesy romance movies that you wouldn't watch on purpose, but they were fun anyway. Jaye was interested at first, but her attention soon waned. She could guess how the movie would end already. "So cliche," she chuckled and leaned back.

"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."

“No. You respect inspiration. Not people.” Mateo looked hurt. “That’s not fair.” “Neither is lying.” Days later, Evelyn discovered something worse. Mateo’s paintings had become popular. Very popular. She visited another gallery exhibition with Ada. And there it was. A huge portrait hanging on the wall. Of her. But the title made her stomach drop. “The Girl Who Didn’t Know.” The description beside the painting mentioned that the artist had painted it during a “complicated relationship.” People around her whispered about the story behind it.

Mr DiCaprio brought out the chair out for me to seat down before going to his. "Thank you sir." I said nervously after settling in the chair. "Samantha I told you last night to stop calling me sir and Mr DiCaprio now especially when we are now dating." He said with a pointed look, slightly annoyed. " Sorry..it just that calling you Romeo is kind of awkward since you were just my boss yester and today we are on a date... So am trying to get used to this." I forget to mention that last night while cuddling with hime,I called him Mr dicarprio which he didn't like and demanded for me to call him Romeo.

“ Can you stop calling me a Darling? Because people thought we are lovers. “ Loki spoke cold and Louise respond “ but… Darling… “ “ Could you please, Louise. Just call me Loki then we will be fine” Loki kept walking as she spoke calmly. “ Sure. Ms. Loki “. Loki smiled at him and swing her hair “ thanks, Mr. Louise “ Louise blushed as if he felt satisfied to see Loki smile in front of him. Loki and Louise went together inside of the class. Loki sat down in her chair as she placed her hand on her cheeks and looked side of the window.