Romantic Excerpt Novels & Stories

“I don’t want beige anymore. I want to be… swept off my feet, mad with desire, crazy in love.” “Is that right?” “Yes. Grand romantic gestures,” she laughed. “I want flowers, and chocolates, and romantic dates. I want flower petals on the bed, and candlelight and lingerie. I want… Sorry,” she apologised, pulling away from him. “I am sorry, Owen. I didn’t mean… I mean, not that what we had wasn’t…” “It is okay,” he pulled her back against him and pressed his lips to her forehead. “I am not insulted. I guess I wasn’t really romantic. I don’t think I ever bought you flowers… or any of those things.”

Louise smirked “Its been a while, darling that we met again. I guess we are destined to be together “ and he suddenly held her two hands and kissed her hand as he gave an prince impression towards her. Girls at side became envious and mad towards Loki. “ Wait! You misunderstood guys! I don’t know him! “ Loki sighed and kept her awkward face. "Louise, can you please sit down now?" Their professor interrupted Louise and their class going to started. "AL righty, Sir!" Louise sat down as he placed his elbow on the table and his eyes kept flirting at Loki. He reached his hand over to her, giving a letter saying "thank you for saving me, my darling"

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.

(26). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 26: Over “Zane! Just give up! We’re lost!” “We are not lost, I recognize this place!” Zane trekked on, determined. The afternoon sun was baking him like a casserole, leaving him drenched in sweat, but he kept moving. “We’re walking in circles,” Ryder heaved, falling onto his knees. Blake hoisted his classmate back up by his arms.

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.

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.

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."