Romance Writers & Readers Novels & Stories

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

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

He asked. " Because people are very narrow-minded. They love to read romantic books but they judge the writer based on what they write. " I said. " Riya, I am very pleasantly surprised and proud to know that you are the author of these books. You know that I love you and now I appreciate you even more. You are so romantic and talented. I am on top of the world right now. I was really impressed with this writer and I am going crazy with happiness to know that you are her. " He said and hugged me.

They lay down together, their bodies entwined, and for the first time in her life, Celess felt truly alive. Over the next few hours, they explored each other's bodies, learning every curve and angle until they knew each other intimately. It was a night of passion and romance, the kind that they would both remember for the rest of their lives. As the sun began to rise, they lay together in a tangle of limbs and sheets, their breaths coming in soft, contented sighs. For a moment, there was nothing in the world but the two of them, lost in their own little world of love and desire.

Raquel's POV Where do writers get their inspiration? This is the most common question I have been asked for years. I am Raquel Peterson, one of the bestselling authors of romance novels. I am not in a relationship with anyone so people are puzzled where I get my inspirations. I had my first book published when I was twenty and since then I have twelve more books published. I may have found what the readers love and I was able to create a fantasy that they all fall for. My books weren’t merely on paper but were made into movies and TV series.

“I want a new one on the spot.” I furrowed my brows. “What do you want me to write?” He’s challenging me, so fine… let’s take the challenge! “What’s your genre?” he asked, now sitting on the leather chair opposite mine. “Contemporary romance, fantasy romance,” I answered, Joaquin giving me a single nod. “Alright. Then write something romantic,” he replied, giving more details. “A domineering man, softening to a sweet woman. Go.” I held the pen on my hand as I stared on the blank paper. I felt cold sweat on my back as I grew conscious of the fact that Joaquin, the famous author, watching me as he got a bottle of whiskey from the mini fridge beside his table.

But the emotion…the raw, devastating emotion…that was all real. When I finally posted the chapter, I sat back and watched the notifications start rolling in immediately. NightOwl_Reader: FINALLY! We’ve been DYING! RomanceAddict47: MAFIA PANDA IM SCREAMING MidnightReader: The way he worships her… I’m not okay Reader_BookLover: Author you’re killing us. This is the most romantic thing I’ve ever read Lottie: I’m literally crying. This is perfect. HE’S perfect.

“It’s not a romance novel, mark.” “I know, but readers are anticipating the juicy details, and may I remind you that romance is still the most read genre. What happened to your main characters’ romance? Give us a satisfying ending. That’s what readers are looking for in a novel. Unless you are writing a duo, trilogy, or a series.” I shook my head. “I’m not gonna change anything in the plot, especially their romantic relationship.” Because nothing happened after that. “Then I can’t promise you a good deal with the publisher. I accept your manus because of your father. You should start with your website and blogs to build your readership, and also your page as a writer. You’re already famous—”

As if he were rediscovering me pulse by pulse. I sank into the kiss, my fingers digging into his shirt as if he might vanish if I let him go. The kiss grew deeper, but it wasn’t urgent. It was aching, filled with all the things we’d never said. With all the years of regret. With all the years of love that never went away. When we broke apart, we were still close, breathing each other in. “You still feel the same,” I whispered. “So do you,” he said. He traced his thumb along my cheek, wiping away a tear I hadn’t even known was falling. The gentleness of the gesture was my undoing.

Sorry for the late update this past few months I got really busy because of my task, I try to update even if it's short. To my readers thank you for always reading! I love you and i hope you all doing ok. I try to update once a week so please look forward to it! and also if you find a wrong grammar in my story, I'm still learning and I'm still new about writing so, please don't be so disappointed in me. And I will change the other chapter in this story. That's all. I love you guys! Stay safe guys and don't go outside without a mask and don't rub your fingers into your face!