Romantic Calling Novels & Stories

They say no one is perfect, but the features of this man changed that saying. His grey eyes, perfect cheekbones, and those perfect lips—words that could make any woman drop her guard. His black sleek hair, dressed all in black, commanding power. Dangerous tattoos and a well-built, sexy body like he stepped out of a magazine. “Are you lost, Red?” His deep, sexy voice wrapped around me, his hand on my waist holding me steady. His voice sent waves through my stomach. He called me “Red,” hinting at my red hair. “I’m about to go out,” I said, about to step in the other direction, ready to walk away.

I eyed the flowers and looked at her. “No,” I said. “Anthony,” she said and smiled wider. “I didn’t know he was this romantic.” She stopped talking and eyed me as if she had something cooking in her head. “What?” I asked and she shrugged. “It’s just… I know you two are… well… sort of together,” she said, and I furrowed my brows. “But Anthony has been saying that---” The sound of my phone ringing cut her off. I raised it and saw Trent calling. I dropped my hand after I had declined the call.

Seeking gratification before marriage was forbidden, and even then, her focus should be on her husband’s release, not her own. But she liked the way goosebumps spread across her skin as her fingers moved. She watched, transfixed, as her soft nipples hardened to rosy peaks beneath her touch. Her boldness grew as did her desire. She pinched her left nipple and startled at the sound that escaped her. A moan. Soft, breathless, unfamiliar. She had never made that sound before. She loved it. Heat bloomed inside her, spreading through her chest and settling low in her belly. Her breathing grew shallow, her chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath. Her cheeks were dusted with the prettiest

The phone kept on ringing and just when she was about to give up,he picked her call. "Hello"said him with his deep baritone voice. She was pleased to hear his voice. "His voice is so damn hot"she thought. "Hello.It is me Nina.The girl you met at the beach a week ago.We exchanged contact remember?". "Well...hello beautiful" On hearing the word beautiful,her heart skipped for joy.The phone call was really turning out in her favour so she thought. "I am so sorry that I haven't been able to call you ever since the beach.I totally forgot"he continued.

With a few swift movements of my fingers, I dialed his number, eagerly awaiting his voice on the other end of the line. "Hello, Roman," I greeted him with affectionate warmth. "Where are you? The dinner is ready. Come, so that we can enjoy it together." His voice echoed through the phone, carrying the subtle sounds of his surroundings. "My love, I'm coming," he assured me, his words filled with a hint of anticipation. "I'm almost back at the palace." With that assurance, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. I knew that Roman would soon be by my side, ready to share a meal and engage in delightful conversation. Our connection, strengthened by love and shared experiences, was a constant s

The line clicked. A low, amused chuckle spilled through the speaker. “Well, well. The great Roman Thorne. I was wondering how long it’d take for you to call.” Roman’s tone dropped to gravel. “You’ve got five seconds to explain why you called my wife.” “Oh, that,” Dante said, his voice dripping with mock innocence. “Just checking in. Making sure she’s settling into her… new role.” Roman’s nostrils flared. “If you have something to say, say it.”

ROMAN VORONIN’S PERSPECTIVE ST. PETERSBURG – Night after the gala The call connected on the second ring. “Nico, speaker. Now,” I ordered the moment his voice came through. A soft click. Then Dante’s ragged breathing filled the line, raw as an open wound. “Roman,” Dante rasped. “Talk to me.” I leaned back in the leather chair, the phone in one hand, the other tangled in Cynthia’s dark hair as she knelt between my thighs. Her mouth was already on me, slow and deliberate, but I kept my voice perfectly steady.

She threw a wary glance at my boyfriend, looking hopeful, but Roman barely flashed any recognition at the mention of her name or how they met. Out of pity, I offered Calla small talk. This man is a total heartbreaker. I wonder how many Calla I’ll be meeting along the way. “Are you here on vacation?” “Uhm, yeah.” she directed her gaze on me, eyes brimming with mist. “I’m here with my friends,” she gestured to the girls behind her, “and saw a familiar face, so I thought of saying hi. We’re heading for the river cruise.” I recommended a few places I knew they would enjoy until her friends called her over. Through the course of the conversation, Roman’s indifference remained.

We will have time for this, I will create time if not. “Duty calls Luna Scarlett.” I pull Romna in for another swift kiss, “I wish duty could go fuck itself sometimes.”

she added taking her leave, I hit the table with rage. What the hell am I going to do now? "It's okay Andrew, she will change her name.” Romeo tried to encourage me. "That's impossible, she is not ready to bid with us, my marriage with Amanda, I can never lose it,” I added. My phone buzzed in my pocket and immediately I brought it out, it was a call from an unknown caller. "Romeo, I think they are the ones calling again.” “Place it on speaker.” He advised and I obeyed.