Romantic Excerpt Novels & Stories

he asked with a cocked brow. Controling her anger, she marched to the center of the room. It was a large function hall. The reason why she didn’t want to get inside a while ago was she didn’t want to feel giddy. Even a goddess like her had limits. Her pervert and cheating ex made a lot of effort! The spacious room was dimly lit in every corner. There were flowers in the tall vases where the corners lights made them appear even more beautiful. There was only one table at the center . Above it was an unlit chandelier. They will have a candlelight meal. The round table had two seats across from each other. Around the table. on the floor, white, yellow and red petals of roses were scattered.

Even the host had forgotten to speak. Matthew handed the roses to Christina, but feeling a sudden chill, she leaned back subconsciously, not taking his flowers. Matthew’s smile was warm as jade, and his voice was like the breeze in a spring rain. “Christina, I like you.” Christina could not help but shiver and rub the goosebumps on her arm. “Mr. Henderson, what do you like about me?” “Does one need a reason to like someone?” Matthew immediately began to flirt again.

data-p-id=82eca71f7ac217849f3ba1383a595493,style=text-align:left;,"Whatever for?" data-p-id=d7e46828d3303f4c88e9ca7ef6cf5b82,style=text-align:left;,"For changing my life. For loving me. For being the kind of wife and mother any man could only dream about. For filling all the holes in my heart and making it feel so full that I fear it might burst of happiness."

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

Writing isn't bad, I'm sure you've practiced a lot. Ripley spread out his hand, "Writing only for each MissStop." "Fall in grace* a."Maria desertionRipley and more presents, turned and walked out of the bedroom. When Misswalked out the door, in a flash Misssuddenly remembered the dayRipley confess to Miss. an entire room was filled with moist, alkaline roses, in the ears were echoing words of love that confessed one's feelings. Misslove, indeed compared to all romantic things MissI've had a much happier life.

It is a sanctuary where love flourishes, a haven where dreams come alive. In this haven of love, the glass-walled floor, the beautifully decorated table, and the enticing bed all blend seamlessly to create a bedroom-like atmosphere. The romantic ambiance, infused with the intoxicating scent of roses, sweeps us away into a world of pure enchantment. It is within these carefully curated surroundings that Abigail and I will embark on our date before forever, where we will bask in the glow of our love and create memories that will be cherished for a lifetime.

He gestured for Camila to take a seat on a plush velvet chair, then disappeared momentarily, returning with a single long-stemmed rose, its petals a deep crimson. Kneeling before Camila, Ethan presented her with the rose, his voice filled with tenderness as he whispered, "For you, my love, a symbol of the blossoming passion between us." Camila's breath caught, overwhelmed by the sheer romance of the gesture. She accepted the rose with a gentle touch, her fingers brushing against Ethan's as a current of electricity coursed through both of them.

With a sudden, violent motion, she swept it off the nightstand. The glass shattered against the stone floor, the liquid spilling out like wasted light. Dante let out a guttural sound, a mixture of triumph and agony. He crushed his mouth against hers, a kiss that tasted of finality and fire. This was the "Intimate Love Romance" at its most visceral—a communion of the damned. He didn't make love to her; he reclaimed her. He used the "Body Betrayal" as a conduit, forcing her to acknowledge that her choice was permanent.

Beneath the photograph, Calvin had written a series of words that were deeply romantic and overflowing with emotion: > "For two months, I wandered through darkness without direction, having lost half of my soul to silent sleep. But this morning, the universe returned my miracle to me. Thank you for choosing to come back and open your eyes, Darling. Thank you for returning this grasp and bringing life back to the world that had died within me. Upon these wounds and bandages, I promise that every remaining breath and heartbeat from this moment onward will be devoted solely to loving you and protecting your smile. Welcome home to my embrace, Camelia, the queen of my life forever."

She ran her fingers over the petals, her heart racing. “Damon…” she whispered under her breath, though he wasn’t there. But he was. The door clicked shut softly, and Rhian turned to see him leaning against the frame, watching her reaction with quiet intensity. “You left this?” she asked, though the question was unnecessary. Damon’s lips curved faintly. “You think I can’t be romantic?” Her cheeks warmed despite herself. “I didn’t think flowers were your… style.” “They’re not,” he admitted, stepping closer, his stride slow, deliberate. “But tonight, I saw a queen take her throne. And a queen deserves more than shadows and silence. She deserves to be honored.”