Romancing The Beat Novels & Stories

And then, salvation, or maybe just distraction, came in the form of a blast of music. Specifically Beat It. The familiar rock anthem nearly shook the house. The walls practically vibrated with the bass, rattling picture frames, buzzing against the quiet I’d been suffocating in. Roman hated loud music. Loathed heavy metal and rock with a passion. He’d once told me it was “noise with a bad attitude.” He wasn’t behind this. Which left only one other culprit. Reese. The thought of him was enough to make my temples throb harder than the music itself. I guess Roman's dislike for him was rubbing off on me, too.

he replied. "But there is something that needs more of your attention than that," he pointed at her screen which again played an Indian soap opera where a woman asked she would only marry a man who will bring her a piece of moon and the man who wanted to marry her was now on the moon just to bring a piece of it for her (I bet you've seen this one also) Roshanay's smile suddenly faltered as his voice sounded serious as she clicked her phone off. It was just this swift second and a slight change in his tone that now her heart was began to beat rapidly in her ears.

The lights were everywhere, pink, blue, red, white, spinning and flashing like kaleidoscopes acrossfaces People moved in waves, brushing, colliding, grinding against one another without apology The music was loud and unforgiving, the kind with no real lyrics, only hard beats that drilled into her chest and spine She blinked rapidly,sstepping in hesitantly behind Beatrice, who had already begun weaving her way toward the bar like she belonged there Rosalie tried not to trip in the heels Beatrice had insisted she wear, her breath catching slightly every time someone brushed too close. There was sweat everywhere, on the bodies, on the walls, even in the air.

Mark Bruce cried and yelled for help. The police officers tried their best to get Roman away from Mark Bruce. It was like he had taken some energy booster because he was so strong. Well, he had some sort of energy booster which was seeing the love of his life lying unconsciously on the cold tiled floor. It drove him crazy and each time his eyes caught a glismp of Rose, he got more energy which he put into beating the criminal up. Roman had never been this angry in his entire life.

he said. "Just shut up Ryan!" "My only regret is I didn't get to kiss those rosy lips like I planned" he said. "I said shut up!" I yelled. "Have you ever touched her skin, it feels so soft and delicate and....." "Ryan!" I yelled as I dropped my towels and punched him and he fell on the bed. "Come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed how sexy our little Jasmine is" he said amidst laughter and I punched him again.

She walked out to the front door and flipped the sign to open. Plugging her ears back, she swiped the counter. Her feet tapped and her waist swayed. She threw her hands above her head, and swayed her hips harder. "You one of dem gals that ain't trying to meet nobody. You just here for the party. If I'm wrong hen stop me. You one of dem gals that's here trying to make us want ya. You tryin' to make us want ya." She crooned along with Lee Brice. "You're one of them girls. And I'm one of them boys, who'll trade his whole world. For one of them girls." She wiped the counter with added flourish, then she turned to the kitchen to get the pot of coffee. Bruce gave her the stink eye but she ignored

We were ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that our love would always guide us through the darkest of times. *** In the evening, Jonathan surprised me with a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden of his home. Soft music played in the background, creating an ambience of tranquillity and love. As we sat at the table adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of fragrant roses, I admire the effort he had put into making this evening special. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a gentle glow on our faces. “You truly know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Jonathan.” I praised him, a smile playing on my lips.

Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”

ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀʜʏᴛʜᴍ ᴏғ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”