Romantic Drama Novels & Stories

he even left the decision on the DVD up to me. Then he showed me his impressive collection. I estimated it was around two hundred titles. He could almost open his own video store! Luckily I made my choice quickly. It was Romeo Must Die , an action movie about two gangs fighting each other. Of course, romance couldn't be missing either. A young man enters the scene and wants to solve the death of his brother. He meets a girl who also lost her brother. As time would have it, they fell madly in love with each other. The film ended with them getting together and getting their questions answered.

he added. "But how do you intend to tell aunt Katie about this, you'll seem ungrateful," he said and I sighed deeply. "She said it herself that Ariana is been used, she has no choice but to just understand " I replied and he nodded slowly. "I'm happy for you" he replied and I rolled my eyes at him. "You're happy for me, you better go find a solution to your hopeless romantic lifestyle," I said and he laughed. "So because you're lucky with women now, you've decided to rub it in my face," he said and I laughed

he murmured, eyefucking her entire body. She inhaled deeply and opened her eyes, and his blue orbs met hers. Scarlett wanted to be fucked by him now that he was entirely exposed in front of her and Scarlett was feeling his body with her hands; they were basically just fuck buddies. Scarlet's father was Damien's business partner, and she is a well-known model. She fell in love with his looks at first sight, or desire, and ventured to propose a deal to him at a party held by her father, despite knowing how dangerous he is. Surprisingly, he agreed.

Even Zara had rolled her eyes and muttered dramatically, “Please, enough romance. Some of us are still single for two more weeks.” Jaxon had quickly pulled her into his side. “Not for long.” Everyone had laughed. When Damian repeated his vows, his voice had shaken with emotion. And when Aria said hers, she cried halfway through it. Damian had laughed softly and kissed her tears away before whispering, “You cry too much.” “You made me emotional,” she whispered back. By the end of the ceremony, they had danced slowly beneath the garden lights while soft music played in the background. For once, everything felt right.

I lifted my hands to his chest, pressed against the warmth of him, and whispered, “I love you, Ethan. I’ve always—” He quieted me with his lips. A slow, sensual kiss that was full of morning, full of sunlight, full of home. The way he kissed me now wasn’t rushed or needy. It was almost...sacred. The kind of kiss that seeps into your very soul and stays there. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing against him as if I could never get close enough. “I’ve been dreaming of this,” he whispered between kisses. “Of you in my arms like this. No walls. No fear. Just us.”

She lowered her gaze and muttered, “I just don’t want him to be sad.” “If you don’t want him to be sad, all you should do is tell him not to fall in love with someone who doesn’t love him. Can you understand? Do not ask someone who doesn’t like him to pretend to do that.” I said indifferently. She took a deep breath. “Maybe it is because I read so many scripts that I can’t tell it is in the reality over in the movie. I am sorry that I made it like a romance drama.” “It’s not just a romance drama, but a stupid melodrama. Why do you make it so complicated?” I chuckled.

"How could you? The marriage is in two days. Everyone is coming. My father... he will destroy your company for this. He will ruin you." "On whose approval, Nora?" Richard asked with his voice having so much bitterness, "Who decided we were getting married? My mother? Your father? Because it wasn't me. I never signed a paper. I never gave you a ring, and I never said 'yes.'" "It was understood! It was the plan! It was a business deal between you and my mother" Richard countered. "And the deal is off. Tell your father to do his worst. I don't care about the money. I don't care about the reputation and I’m going to find the only thing in this world that actually matters to me." He said finally

Public displays of affection hhhmmm I love them. Our dinner, as usual, is merely an excuse for us to be together in a quiet romantic setting. You see, it's not the food we seek here but the atmosphere. A quiet table near the back where we still can see the sunset but are afforded our own privacy for love. They know us here; after all, this is a weekly gesture for us.

He tells me while he sees his ties. “Ouch!” I say angrily. “What nonsense.” I said, very upset by what he just told me. “The best thing you can give to a dead person is to always remember them for what they were. “This is not a movie, Miss Jefferson.” He tells me, looking at me seriously. “It could be a movie, don't you believe in what happens in romantic movies?” I asked him, confident that the world is not so bad and maybe it can be as beautiful as movies.

"She's out to get me. She faked her death. She faked the whole dramatic exit. She'll show up once I've paid my dues." He clung to that belief. It was all he had. Even if the love he felt was nothing but a side effect of some drug. Even if that love had curdled into something dark. Nora was beside herself, crying next to him. Francis watched her, and after a long pause, a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Natalie loved me. She'd come running back the second she heard I was off the market." Nora, eyes red and swollen, looked up at Francis on bended knee and heard him say softly, "Nora, let's go ahead with the wedding, okay?