Novel & Cerita Romantic Books That Will Make You Cry

I began to walk through it in awe. I am a sucker for romantic books, erotic in particular. I looked through the list pasted on each shelf but there was not what I wanted in here. My heart grew sullen from disappointment and now I was almost nearing the last shelf. I looked at the list and smiled immediately. Viola! there it was.

I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.

My thoughts quickly drift back to the stack of novels, and I reach for my tote bag, pulling out the first book my hand touches. Reading romance novels is not exactly good for my mental health, but I cannot seem to stop myself. They make me laugh, they make me cry, and sometimes they make me wish for something similar in my own life. But deep down, I know that is just a fantasy. I know I cannot have it, not now, maybe not ever.

I don't deserve love, If she ever forgives me, She's the purest Gem. This is the third time I read over the word, again and again, it's official I'm a fan of this author. Jamie is a babe for gifting me this book, I can't stop reading or stop crying from the intense amount of sadness. “Mommy, Are you crying?” Willow was staring at my tear-stained face with a worried look on her face. I was a sucker for sad books and this one right here is my new baby. “Baby, Can you pass me the tissue?” She handed me the tissue without a word.

“It is just a novel.” “It. Is. Just. A. Novel.” He picked a fluffy romance book and thrust it into my hands forcefully. “But, it can affect your mood. So, you are allowed to read only those stories that make you happy.” I bit my lower lip as I browsed through the pages of the book; briefly glancing at the ending. What Kain didn’t understand was that such happy endings hurt more than the tragic ones. They filled me with a longing I knew could never be fulfilled. They reminded me of everything that I could never have.

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

And I didn't help myself either, I constantly fed fears with stories of toxic, manipulative love, how it started always started with flowers and charm, and then, one day, the switch would flip. I promised myself I would never experience that. Romance belonged in stories. Fantasies not real life. Still, I couldn’t deny the memory of his touch. How warm his hand had felt on the small of my back. How perfectly he held me. How one dance ignited sparks across my skin. And my book? It wasn’t helping. The vivid steamy descriptions made me restless, And yet, part of me wasn’t ready to climb out of that mental gutter.

“You almost took me out there.” She blinked, then let out a faint breath, crouching as well to gather the rest. “Sorry. I didn’t see you.” “That much is obvious,” I said, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. I picked up another book, my eyes catching on the pastel-colored cover. I turned it so I could read the title. “‘Kisses in the Rain,’” I read aloud, raising a brow. “So, you have a killer taste. Romcoms, huh?”

A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.

Its pages were filled with tales of passionate love and heart-wrenching moments, providing an escape from the harsh reality I had endured. As I turned each page, I found solace in the captivating world of romance, where happily-ever-afters were possible. The story enveloped me, gripping my emotions and transporting me to a different realm. The author's words painted vivid images in my mind, making me feel like an invisible spectator witnessing the blossoming love between the two main characters. I was drawn to their chemistry, the palpable tension that crackled in the air whenever they were near each other. It was a beautiful distraction, a respite from the chaos that had consumed my life.