Romance Titles Novels & Stories

“How dare you? I suppose you think it would be fun, teaching a virgin what to do? Your surfy mates would just love it. I can see you now, telling them all about the little English, sorry, Pommy Virgin, you screwed. Tight-assed little spinster, but the great Brett Matthews won her over!’ Her eyes filled with tears and she turned to look away. Angrily, Brett leapt off his seat and grabbed her hands roughly. His eyes flashed cold and hard as steel. He turned her to face him and she felt suddenly terrified of the expression she saw on his face. ‘How dare you, you stupid woman! Don’t you recognize the truth when it stares you im the face? You’re hanging on to some soap opera idea of romance. You

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.

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

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.

I said as he returned to the table with the coffee and took his seat directly across from me. "Oh nothing, I just thought today might be a good day for us to enjoy each other and act out one of my fantasies." "Just what do you have in mind?" I said before taking a sip of the steaming brew. Without speaking, he slid another envelope from under his computer across the table. The outside of the envelope read, "My darling wife" I slid my finger along the flap, being careful not to damage it. Sliding the card out, I noted it had only the word love handwritten on it too. I lifted the cover to another perfectly printed note;

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

However, Amrin rushed between us from somewhere and stood with her back to him while I stared at her in shock as I didn’t think she would be here. “I don’t want you to do the function.” I said in a low tone, remembering why I am hear in the first place. “A girl is called mistress only when she does something which a few people didn’t want her to. I need to pay my respects to the title right? So there is no change in the show.” She said with a cold tone, and I immediately felt anger on myself for saying those words, but I didn’t mean any of it like that. “I didn’t mean that.” I said, shaking my head.

With a deep sigh, she pressed the doorbell and waited patiently for him. It didn't take long for Dennis to open the door, as soon as he saw her, he drew her close to him and gave her a long romantic kiss. "You look beautiful" he whispered to her left ear and Cassandra found herself blushing so hard even if it isn't the first time hearing such a word from Dennis. "Thanks" she replied and walked into the house. Dinner was already set for them, as Cassandra walked in, she saw the arranged table filled with candles, roses, a bottle of red wine and glasses.