Romance Was Born 소설 & 이야기

"I haven't seen the woman's face yet but Dad mentioned her name, Nicole Rivera." "Ohh, her name is ugly. I'm the one telling you that you two are not suitable for each other." I shook my head. "Of course, we're going to be good, but gosh, I don't want a princess. I want a prince, like duh!" "Besides, you are not suitable either, the man I want for you is handsome, kind, respectful, with a sense of humor! But the more important thing is, you must like the man. Then I will never allow you to marry a man you don't love!" He added.

He was acting strangely, not blinking for several minutes, and she also remained staring at him, as if Little one already knew he was her Father. Damien and Inezbhad decided on the name "Ambrosia" for their child. The meaning of Word was Immortal, She was God's Gift created by Love, and their love was immortal.... She giggled as she remembered Matthew's reaction: "She is too small, not my type, she looks like a small doll." He didn't even hold her, but his eyes glowed when he looked at her. He didn't show any emotion for her for a few days, but then he kept coming into her room to visit her and even took his books and sat there adoring her.

When I take the glass from him again, I sip it slowly this time, not caring at this moment about my hate for the drink. "Alright, I think I'm ready. Spill. Is she engaged to you or not?" I ask holding my breath. "In name only." Roman responds. My breath leaves me out in a whoosh, and it takes all my strength not to faint. "We practically grew up together, and our parents have been in business together for twice as long." Roman says with a wince. "Childhood sweethearts then." I say with a shaky voice and blurry eyes. "No princess. We were only pitched together because of the massive war between our families. The engagement was a sign of peace at that time." Roman continues.

the movie echoed. “Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears. “Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”. “Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned. “Fuck me harder,” she responded. Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl. Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.

I'm cold as a rock, and the last thing this could be is the beginning of something. Romance is for pussies.

~VITTORIA ~ Living with Roman was much more fun and exciting than whatever I had imagined. The warm and heavy weight of him during our cuddles, the scent of his skin and the feel of his body during our passionate sex, the light ray falling on his face as I woke up to him, being almost hooked at the hip with him.

Jane sat still, her heart thumping louder with every word. “You were born when I was five. Our mothers were best friends—Franziska, your mom, and mine, Elena. They were so close… they did everything together. When you were born, they made a promise. That one day, you and I would be together. Betrothed, they called it. A childhood promise of love.” Jane’s eyes widened. “Betrothed?” Diego nodded. “That’s why I called you that when we met again at the hospital. Because I wasn’t just meeting a stranger… I was meeting my childhood love.”

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

My heart skipped a beat as I took it all in, a smile starting to tug at my lips. Before I could fully process it, I felt the bed shift. Roman was there, his warm body sliding closer to mine. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. His lips brushed my cheek, then my forehead, then the tip of my nose. Soft, sweet kisses that made my skin tingle. "Happy birthday, baby," he whispered, his voice low and full of warmth, right next to my ear.

“He doesn’t get to have it. He doesn’t get to define it.” His mouth found hers then, and it wasn’t a kiss of comfort. It was a brand. A declaration of war. It was all teeth and desperate tongue and the salt of shared fury. Elena kissed him back just as fiercely, her fingers clawing into his hair, pulling him closer, trying to melt into him, to become one thing so they could never be put on a shelf and studied. This was the dark heart of it. The romance that had begun in secrecy and flourished in danger was now being weaponized against them. So they weaponized it right back.