Romantic Excerpt Novels & Stories

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

(31)). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 31: Obviously . “What am I supposed to do with that?” Miles threw his arms out hopelessly, falling flat against August’s bed. His fair-haired classmate just shook his head. “I really don’t understand the fuss. There’s no reason it should be that complicated between you two.” “Easy for you to say, you just stood Ryder up on your first date,” Miles spat.

Roman's presence was a constant source of comfort and joy, his deep voice soothing to my soul. Between bites, Roman reached across the table and gently caressed my hand. His touch sent a surge of electricity through me, reminding me of the passion we shared beyond the confines of this meal. Our gazes locked, and for a moment, the world around us faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of us in this cocoon of love.

The nexus responded to the cosmic dance, illuminating pathways that intertwined the threads of destiny and love. Romantic echoes reverberated through the cosmic corridors, blending with the cosmic hum that resonated across the celestial tapestry. Ethereal voices spoke of love's enduring power, harmonizing with the cosmic ballet that played out in the vast expanse. Amidst the cosmic revelations, the nexus pulsed with the energy of romantic entanglements, drawing me closer to the heart of the cosmic narrative.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

The heat coming out from his body was much, enveloping me in its warmth and drawing me irresistibly closer. In that fleeting moment of vulnerability, Romeo reached out to me, his hand trembling ever so slightly. His fingers, like feathers, grazed against my cheek, leaving a trail that sent a shocking sensation coursing down my spine. It was a touch that spoke volumes, an intimate connection that passed the limitations of mere words. Time seemed to stand still as our eyes locked, a profound understanding passing between us, unspoken but deeply felt.

It has increased to the point no one can save him from Igneel's wrath. How such a steamy mood turned into something so sad. How from kissing each other to admiring each other, scars turned into tears of sadness and anger. "I love you." He said and kissed her lips and cheeks. He could no longer hold his feelings for her. He kissed her teary eyes as he slowly traveled his kisses down to her clothed chest and then to her bare stomach. Her panties were on display. The sadness that he had suddenly turned into a longing for her. He could no longer restrain himself and so he went on her, made love with her so many times and in so many ways, draining her out of her energy as she trembled under him.

I hoped that Atreyu's presence would provide Roxy with a sense of security and comfort while I was occupied with the Necromancer. "Ok, I'm going to start some lunch," Roxy said, her smile a radiant beacon that lit up the room. She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, gentle kiss that sent shivers coursing through my entire being. As she pulled away, I watched her walk away, my gaze drinking in the sight of her. With every step, I felt my love for her growing, deepening, and becoming more unbearable.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

She came undone, body shaking, and Daniel followed suit, emptying what was left of himself into her. They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and discarded clothes, the lecture hall now reeking of their passion. Vanessa turned in his lap, kissing him softly this time—almost tenderly. "See? That's how you earn an A plus." Daniel chuckled weakly, pulling her closer. "Lesson learned. But I think we'll need extra credit sessions." She smiled, that knowing glint back in her eyes. "Oh, we will. This is just the beginning."