Romantic Books To Read Novels & Stories

he said. "Thank you," I said wondering why he was being so nice to her. He's nice to other workers too but he's nicer to her. I searched the collection of books for the one I'll read. Just so sad Damian adores mystery novels. I don't enjoy them. "Here, I bought you some romantic novels," he said behind me. "Huh?" I said turning in the process. My hands flew to my mouth when I saw the novels on the table. Not one, not two, nor three but more than dozens which I couldn't even count by just standing here, and it looks like they were all written by my favorite author.

I glance through the stack of books thinking of the one I can pick to use to while away time and probably make myself get some sleep. I try as much as I can searching for sweet romantic books that can make me feel warm at the moment. I find the perfect one and take it out smiling from ear to ear while I step back towards the bed. This is just perfect. A perfect book for the perfect moment. I smile and sit down on the bed as I glance through the introduction of the book I'm about to read. "Wow this is going to be interesting." I find myself saying softly to myself when a soft quiet knock catches my attention coming from the door to the room. I look up and frown with wonder.

"Tell me about the book you were reading. What is it about?" P**n. Flushing, I bite my lip "It's a romantic story" and by romance, I mean a girl getting railed by three men at once. I wasn't kidding when I said I'd gotten to the spicy part. She was finally going to sleep with all three of them together. Lucky bitch. "Ah, you're a romantic then?" Anti-romantic. People who say they're in love are full of shit. I believe in power, loyalty, and money.

He said whether sinister smile and I feel my cheeks become a tomato red like I’m giving a competition to a rose flower. We didn’t speak as he is enjoying my coffee and he offered sometimes to take a few sips but I denied. After few minutes of comfortable silence he again said. “Why you always read these kind of books and that too romantic novel….GOD, I hate romantic novels they are too clingy to read.” he made a disgusting face by looking at my rated novel. I smile looking at him making different faces and replied.

The rest of the days were beautiful; the nights, more beautiful and magical. Roxanne waltzed through them in a beautiful halo of happiness. When she wasn't with Jaxon, she thought about him as she read with Grace and Martha, Especially when they read erotic books. It felt like a song, a siren song, pulling her body to his. When she was with him, he was making love to her body in one way or another, with his body, with his words, with his eyes, Or he was f*cking her hard.

Then I exhaled slowly and lifted my arms, returning the embrace with cautious gentleness. “I know you’ve been bored in this room,” Claire said as she pulled back, her eyes warm. She held up a small stack of books. “I brought these for you to read. It’s a romantic book.” She paused, studying my face. “You do know how to read, right?” I nodded quickly. “I know how to read,” I said, my voice quiet but firm. I took the books, my fingers brushing the covers. The illustrated title caught my attention, and a deep blush crept up my cheeks before I could stop it.

I feel my whole body relax like it only does when she's close. "You don't need to be embarrassed about reading dirty books. I've been doing it for years." she says and my head pops up and I stare at her to determine how serious she is. But I don't sense even hint of joking. How interesting. "Really? What kind of books do you like?" I ask and watch with fascination as an adorable blush creeps up her face. "Um... mostly small town romance. Single dad, friends to lovers, next door neighbors, things like that." she says a little shyly making me chuckle.

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.

he asked with such politeness that Selene couldn't refuse, and her eyes lit up again. "Yes," she whispered in response. Frederick settled more comfortably in the chair and paid attention, feeling excited like a child. "Romeo and Juliet." "Eh?" "The book I have in my hands is about a tragic romance between Romeo and Juliet, by the author William Shakespeare. Do you still want me to read it?" she asked, unsure if he would accept. "I would be delighted to hear it, my Lady, please," he requested, and Selene nodded.

Hotel Room Chapter 6 Jake's hands sliding up Jannis's arms sent shivers down her spine, causing her breath to catch. With an equally intense look, she tilts her head back and meets his ravenous gaze. "Jake, I want to eat the forbidden fruit tonight. I want to feel the forbidden love's sweetness." Whispered confessions laden with need and love fill her voice as Jannis comes closer to Jake, her curves molding against his strong torso, and her hands find a firm grasp on his chest.