Romance Word Count Novels & Stories

"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.

I said, closing my hand around the little carved wolf, still warm from his pocket. "Good," he said. "Neither could I." He kissed me then, slow and unhurried, the streetlight above us flickering and settling, l I felt the whole day sitting warm in my chest, all of it, the market and the fountain and the food and the small things we'd finally said out loud. "Twenty-six days," he murmured against my mouth. "You're still counting." "I'll always be counting," he said. "Every single one of them, until there's nothing left to count"

and he shivered as my breath cooled over his damp skin. "Thank God." he mumbled, and I no longer felt tears wash down the side of face from him, he just brought me full against his body, kissed my lips lightly and held me until we both fell asleep. One that was much needed. Kol's (P.O.V) I love you. Three words. Eight letters. Three syllables. Five vowels. Three consonants Two nouns. One emotion. And many meanings. And the only meaning it meant to me, was Katerina. Telling her I love her, and hearing her say it back, made my life.

“Like it’s just another war you have to control.” “It is.” “No,” she said firmly. “It stopped being just that the moment you kissed me.” Silence. Deep. Heavy. Unavoidable. “And now?” she asked. His breath slowed. “Now it’s complicated.” Nyra almost laughed—but there was no humor in it. “Complicated?” she repeated. “That’s what you’re calling this?” “What do you want me to call it?” She didn’t hesitate. “Real.” The word settled between them like something fragile and dangerous.

But what happened was the opposite, she became entangled even stronger and tighter. “I love you, Luc.” Lucas closed his eyes. He absorbed that sentence with all his feelings. Along with the closing that made his happiness immeasurable. “Always.” *

I asked and boldly asked her about her work. "What do you mean 'no more'? What was happening there, by the way?" She curiously asked, and I grunted. "Ugh! I am not really satisfied. I mean... There should be more than just them kissing, right? This one is an adult romance book, isn't it? Where's the spice? And look at this. The word count for this chapter didn't reach your average count. It is way shorter than the rest, Oj. You should do something more with this scene." I explained with a bit of frustration, and she looked at me with her right eyebrow raised.

Otherwise, we’ll get caught. But he has plans now. “What type of plans?” “I am going to sweep you away, wife.” ** The beginning of a romance is like the first note of a symphony, a promise of adventures to come and emotions to be explored. It's a magical moment when two souls cross paths in a universe full of possibilities. At that instant, time seems to stretch, and the world around fades away, leaving space only for the protagonists of this story about to be written.

"I really don't want this drink. But I most certainly do want you right now" Ronnie immediately froze up with the glass cup of wine in his hand, halfway to his mouth, then he clumsily set it aside and hungrily reached for her. Love slid her hands up to his chiseled shoulders and around his neck to the back of his head. It drove him wild. It was sexy as hell. "She is indeed so sexy", he thought and he knew she thought he was equally just as hot and sexy as she was. They kissed each other hard. So hard, it could even hurt because it had almost felt like they were about to eat each other out.

I add. He writes the word sex. I narrow my eyes. “Hmm, what else?” He frowns as he thinks. “Romantic.” I smile. He grimaces. “Do we have to put that one down?” I laugh. “Yes.” He rolls his eyes and scribbles it on the paper. “Body,” I add. His eyes rise to meet mine again and he licks his lips. I feel it all the way down there. I already know he’s getting a hundred out of ten for that one.