Romantic Excerpt Novels & Stories

On its touch to something, it dries. “Was it wrong to follow my desire? No.” She question herself. A vivid picture of her and Adrian as they always sat under the shade of the tree exhilarated by their love. In romanticism, they were the love birds after Romeo and Juliet. Christine would always hold him by his waist as she laid her bosom on his chest and raised her head at an angle of fixed degrees. A white eyes with black spots at the centre and always immobile. They swallowed each other's tongues as their heart delved to nourish their satisfaction. Adrian was a despot for her. His hand on a shoulder and the other on her thighs. They seemed in their world. They felt themselves on a beach. On

I asked as he shivered, looking into my eyes with lust and hunger. “There’s this attraction I have towards you,I don’t know how to explain it,I ….I…. just know that I want you and nothing will stop me ” he replied before kissing his way down my neck,my breasts and my stomach. .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. “You’re beautiful” I whispered, kissing her nape……..and carrying her to the bed before depositing her on it. I don’t know why it’s like a magnet, pulling me towards her.

Black dots dance around me as Roman blatantly slurped everything I produced for him. He guided me down from my high, the roughness of his touch was long gone when I caught on my breathing. He climbed up my body, kissing me squarely on the mouth. The tang of my arousal filled my senses. I’ve never felt anything more carnal than this before. Roman held his weight, staring down at me with a smug smile on his lips, our breaths mingling between us. “You’re beautiful at your ecstasy, amor.” I swallowed hard, reaching for the hem of his shirt. He grabbed my hand, guiding both above my head. My brows furrowed. “Not tonight, I’m satisfied at seeing you unravel because of me.”

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.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

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.