Romantic Excerpt Novels & Stories

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

The stars twinkle in the clear dark skies with a new moon hanging above us, giving a perfect romantic atmosphere plus the lamp posted to the wall, giving a yellow glow to the veranda. Who would have thought I have this romantic side in me? The asshole Pyke turns into a one-woman-man. Parker was right after all. I fall hard and my heart only belongs to a woman, and one pussy can satisfy me for the rest of my life. “What are you smiling at?” Her eyes light up, glancing at me. She’s wearing a deep red silk robe and thin nighties with an untouched red wine on the table. “Since when are you so engrossed at reading?” I lean against the door frame, crossing my arms over the chest.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

Because you mean more than the world to me. It was like Cara had never heard such words before. Her heart refused to slow down, her head felt empty save for the words that she had just heard. The sparks between them was like never before. She stared into his magical eyes, never breaking the gaze. Until a voice pulled them apart. "If only my husband knew how to be this sweet and romantic." Tricia thought out loud. She broke out in a chuckle when both Romeo and Cara turned to look at her. "Sorry, don't mind me. So I'm allowed to assume that we have a winner?"

The connection was electric, their love surging like a tidal wave. Alexander's lips grazed Roselyn's neck, his breath whispering against her skin. "You're exquisite," he murmured. Roselyn's response was a soft sigh, her body melting into his. Their love became a symphony of tender touches, soft whispers, and gentle caresses. Time dissolved, leaving only the rhythm of their hearts beating as one. In this sanctuary of love, they found solace; their hearts entwined like the vines outside. The world outside faded, leaving only the gentle rustle of leaves and the beat of their love.

Then, he opened I*******m. The first story at the top of his feed was from a local sports reporter. It was a video snippet, It showed the grand entrance of the hilltop club. The doors swung open, and there was Liam, looking like a movie star in a charcoal tuxedo. And there was Chloe, radiant in emerald silk, her hand tucked firmly into the crook of his arm.

I was going to fall in love with my husband. I stopped reading. The room was quiet again. For a second, I just stared at the page. Then I slowly leaned back in the chair. “…Okay.” I rubbed my face with both hands. That had been— Unexpected. I looked down at the manuscript again. Apparently,y Damien had once been capable of things like gentle kisses and patient conversations. Which was information I definitely didn’t have before tonight. I picked the pages up again. Then immediately set them back down. “Maybe I should not read about his romantic history at midnight,” I muttered.

And I wanted to focus on the delightful currents charging my imagination that I couldn't be bothered to give more than a smile and a nod. By the time of the first lecture, I was wet down there, and my nipples were hard and sensitive. And all I could think of was the myriad of positions we've tried over the past week. “Romance,” the prof began, “the experience of love or infatuation….” At the cue, I pushed through the bubbling under my skin and opened my laptop and then my lecture notes—and my phone trembled softly. Picking it up, I saw a text from Hunter and hastily opened it.