Romantic Excerpts From Novels Novels & Stories

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.

They were more feminine than me when we were little. If they were not my brother's, I would be glad to take them both as my husband. Don't think of me like a slut. It is how the way I am. I'm quick to fall in love with tall hot guys, and sometimes I fantasize about them in my writings, and afterward, I kill them in the end. They need to suffer pain! All the stories I've written so far are tragedies where all the main characters' guy dies. It's kind of my fetish to kill them mercilessly. I'm joking. Besides being an ugly little squirt, I love writing romance tragedy, and my favorite novel at all times is Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare. So since I read that story by the age of five, I dedicat

Oh shut up brain. “I didn’t know if Rosa was home, besides…” he cages me against him by my waist. Forcing me to inhale him. His spicy and woodsy delicious scent. “Girls love those things. Don’t you read those scenes over and over in your romance novels?” I gasp. How did he…? Oh he’s been watching me. I spend nights reading romance novels and erotica from my kindle. Squirming in my bed as he watched in the theater room. Like a movie.

They ventured to a quaint, riverside café nearby, its charming outdoor seating providing the perfect ambiance for their literary escapade. Seated at a cozy table adorned with a flickering candle, they ordered a carafe of rich red wine to accompany their reading. Aviana had chosen a particularly sensual passage from her classic novel, her voice taking on a sultry tone as she recited, "In the moonlight, their lips met in a fevered kiss, igniting a passion that had smoldered for far too long." Ethan leaned closer, the flickering candlelight casting enticing shadows across their faces. "You really know how to pick the steamy parts, Aviana."

With each stroke, her hips moved in sync with my touch, craving more of the pleasure I was offering. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she arched her back, surrendering to the sensations that consumed her. Her gasps grew louder, mingling with the rhythm of our bodies moving in unison. The room filled with the intoxicating scent of our desire, a heady mix of sweat and passion. Our hearts beat in harmony, a symphony of love and lust that echoed through the air. With her, nothing else mattered. I was lost with her, and so was she.

Suddenly it reminded me of those two books, novels. With a new determination burning in my chest, I raced to the cozy corner of my room where the novel had lain untouched for so long. The pages held the key to the world I had once lived in, a world of intrigue, passion, and heartache. As I flipped through the worn pages, the story of Xicheng, the king, and my husband, unfolded before my eyes. My heart raced in tandem with the events that transpired on the pages. The romance that had bloomed between Xicheng and me, despite the complexities of court politics and our societal positions, was now vividly alive.

As I held it in my hands, a surge of anticipation coursed through me. "I wonder what's in you," I said as I settled onto the plush cushions of the nearby armchair, cradling the book in my lap. Opening it gently, I was greeted by intricate illustrations and delicate handwriting that seemed to dance across the page. The words on the page weaved a tale of forbidden love and dark desires. It was a dark romance, filled with passion and danger, a story that both intrigued and captivated me. I was instantly drawn into the world of the characters, their struggles, and their yearning for a love that defied the odds.

Each time the moonlight caught the diamond, it sparkled. The world around me had transformed. It was as if love had painted everything in vivid colors, making even the simplest of things appear extraordinary. The trees lining the road seemed taller and greener, their leaves whispering secrets of eternal love. The gentle breeze carried with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers, as if nature itself was celebrating our union. I thought back to the romance novel I had read earlier on. Would this be the start of my romance story?

In the quiet of the night, surrounded by the whispers of the wind and the rustle of leaves, Axel and Hazel embraced the promise of a slow burn romance that was waiting to blossom in the quiet spaces between their hearts. And as they lingered in the park, hearts entwined and souls laid bare, Axel and Hazel knew that their journey together was just beginning, a love story that was waiting to unfold in the gentle rhythm of their shared moments, the quiet whispers of their hearts leading them on a path of discovery, connection, and the unspoken magic of a romance that had blossomed from the depths of their intertwined souls.

Holding the small novel in one hand, I lazily dragged my bare feet through the soft grass, feeling the warm breeze fluttering through my loose curls, the thin sunrays dancing in between the thick branches lightly caressing my bare shoulders and face as I strode straight towards my favorite, secluded place. Sitting on the same fallen log, I opened the book once again from where I had left off, quickly losing myself in the beautiful romance story. “...her heartbeat quickened, feeling his delicate fingers touch her bare skin, a burning fire erupting within her as his lips finally met hers, holding their passionate battle for dominance, his hard member-”