Romantic Calling Novels & Stories

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

she muttered to herself before picking up his call. "Hello beautiful."Henry said over the line. The sound of his voice excited her so much that she smiled gratefully. He seemed to have a different but sexier voice on phone than in reality.So she thought. "Hi handsome"she replied. "Hope you had a lovely night?"he asked. "Yes I did. And you? "Same.". "Remember that we have a dinner date for 3 today"she quickly reminded. "Ofcourse. How will I forget that?. And how is your friend doing?"

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.

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.

They were fixed on the faintly glowing screen of his phone, the strange interface only he could see. The Romanticism System. The words pulsed faintly like they were alive, waiting for him to act. He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his black hair. (This… isn’t normal. I’ve seen enough webnovels to know systems like this don’t just pop up for no reason. But… why me?) A translucent window flickered into view above him: [Romanticism System Active] Traits: Empathy, Idealism (Locked) Quest: “A Romantic Heart Cannot Be Shaken” – Survive three consecutive confrontations without losing hope. (Progress: 1/3)

he said and ended the call Caspian wanted to make Roman feel a bit better and it worked Roman was smiling at the other end of the disconnected line He continued working and going through some documents that his secretary had submitted to him. Then his phone ranged again “, Caspian” he groaned as he reached out for his phone It wasn’t Caspian this time, it was Hayley. “Roman” he heard Hayley call his name as the call connected. “Rose, is something wrong? Your voice isn't sounding alright.” Roman said “Well, not exactly. Can you please come home?” She asked. Hearing her call it home made Roman so happy.