Romantic Books That Will Make You Cry Novels & Stories

I loved to read,especially romantic novels so I settled for one. The novel took me on a rollercoaster of emotions in just a few hours. It made me happy,sad,angry,I even cried. The Male lead loved the female lead so much to the point where I started to feel jealous. I had never experienced such a deep and passionate love before. I closed my eyes imagining myself as the female lead in the book.I would literally be the happiest woman on earth. I slept off again and I was awoken when we were about to land.

I will go crazy if this goes on. I quickly make myself a hot cup of coffee and turn on my laptop. A private message from my new favorite reader pops up. hopelessromantic❤️ Hey... I am eagerly waiting for your next book. So stop it with the torture already... I crave a taste of your books. Couldn't the whole world be like this? Kind and sweet to the other person. Maybe that is just the cure to the countless forms of hate in this world. Just kindness and sweetness and lots of love. You do not know how the comment brought a smile to my face and instantly changed my mood.

I had almost forgotten that too, if not for Tina’s harsh reminder of trying to kill her. Lily walked in, while I hovered behind like the gloomy shadow I am. I was getting so uncomfortable for some reason. I am sure Dom must have told her I had a huge mental breakdown which shattered me when she got poisoned. Fuck. “It looks like you’re enjoying this book a lot, Cora.” Lily smiled. Cora’s eyes were glued on the pages. “This is so touching, I’m almost in tears, honey. I can’t put the book down. Difficult, broken romance is so sad yet beautiful at the same time.”

Sometimes we go to a book club which we both love. “Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover.” “Oh my God. I love that book. It made me cry.” “Yeah I know. It’s the third time I’m reading it.” I put some laughing emojis on the message. “What are you reading?” I ask her. “Things We Left Behind. Lucy Score.” She has placed heart emojis and book emojis at the end of her message. “Oh wow. I love that book. I’ve read the two after it. You need to get them.” I tell her, noticing that a smile is on my face as I lay here in the dark.

His smile was warm, but it only made the ache in my chest grow stronger. I smiled back, but deep down I was upset. I really wished he’d had just left. Anyways, I went ahead to sit beside Cole, who had already taken a spot beside him. The cushions were soft, almost too soft, and they seemed to swallow me whole as I sank into them. My eyes picked out the title of the book that he was reading. It was “Bound by Hatred.” This was one of my favorite dark romance novels I read as a teen. The sight of it brought back a flood of memories, bittersweet and poignant.

"Pride and Prejudice. Jane Eyre. The Great Gatsby." I turned to him, tears instantly filling my eyes. "You cut up first editions?" "I had duplicates," he shrugged, though his eyes were gentle. "I wanted her to sleep under the stories you love. I wanted her to dream in words." I choked out a sob. It was the most romantic, destructive, incredibly Alexander thing he had ever done. "It's beautiful," I whispered. "It's perfect." He let out a breath he’d been holding. He walked over to the rocking chair in the corner—a massive, plush velvet chair that was clearly sized for him, not me.

I was here because I belonged here. I was like a mouse willingly falling in love with a cat. As Caspian entered me, all else faded away, and I understood that I never wanted to leave this cage. I screamed his name, not in terror, but in a frantic, beautiful worship. I was ruined and broken, and yet I had never been happier.

A rush of excitement coursing through my veins reminded me that if the book reflected anything near my life, magic was within reach—I just needed to find the courage to grab it. The aftermath of Forbidden Desires wrapped around me like a thick fog, suffocating and disorienting. I had barely lifted my gaze from its pages when the final words struck me, like a hammer on glass, shattering my carefully built defenses. The love story between the characters was so beautifully woven, filled with fiery passion and heartbreaking separations, that their turmoil completely consumed me. A rush of tears streamed down my cheeks, catching me off guard, because I had never been someone to cry over fictional

The need to have something that belongs to her in my hands overpowering the need to wrap them around his throat. Bart tries a few more numbers while I study the novels stored carefully in the old bookcase. I recognize a lot of fantasy books, some historical novels and a lot of romance novels. My fingers caress the backs of the novels until one in particular speaks to me. 'Tears of Tess.' I caress the front of the paperback. The cover is simple with the middle half of a woman on the front and the title crossing it. I flip it over and read the blurb. My eyes skim over the text as a small smile plays across my lips when I finish reading.

Comment your thoughts too, please. My Other Books . . The Alpha’s Christmas Present – A Dark Werewolf Romance. . . That Royal Betrothal – A Royal Romantic Adventure story . . . Badboy and Our Wrong Love - A Highschool Love Story