Romantic Excerpts From Novels Novels & Stories

Otherwise, we’ll get caught. But he has plans now. “What type of plans?” “I am going to sweep you away, wife.” ** The beginning of a romance is like the first note of a symphony, a promise of adventures to come and emotions to be explored. It's a magical moment when two souls cross paths in a universe full of possibilities. At that instant, time seems to stretch, and the world around fades away, leaving space only for the protagonists of this story about to be written.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

Okay, maybe I actually read them often. She looks up at me and flashes me a dazzling smile. “I wonder where it is then… where you learn your romantic tendencies from. Reading romance novels could be very informative to guys. You could learn a thing or two from the male leads.” “My romantic side is natural, baby. I was born this way. A book can’t teach me anything I don’t already know,” I say as I lick my lips and rub my hands suggestively. She throws her head back and laughs. The sound is as beautiful as the music of angels.

Ryder, his voice a low rasp, replied, "For you, my love, I would conquer the world itself." Without hesitation, Kara stepped forward, raindrops trailing down her face like glistening tears. Her outstretched hand reached for him, a silent invitation that embraced the depths of their connection. Ryder grasped her hand, intertwining his fingertips with hers, feeling the sparks of their love ignite at their touch. A breath caught in Kara's throat as she spoke, her voice a husky whisper amidst the storm. "Ryder, she was in shock to see him Kara had just nestled herself into the plush cushions of the cozy reading nook, lost in the captivating world of a steamy romance novel. The room was filled wi

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.

As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home. And as they stood there on the rooftop, with the city spread out before them and the stars twinkling overhead, Celess knew that she had found the one thing she had been searching for all her life: a love that was thrilling, dangerous, and utterly irresistible.

Athena replied, her eyes sparkling as she talked about love. "Love appears in complete voidness. It can be implicit and explicit. It's the most mysterious thing that only those who experience could define," they uttered in chorus. They were both surprised to utter the same sentiment from a romance novel. "You like reading novels too?" Scheriziel asked. "I love reading them. It makes me feel what love is. I didn't expect us to go over the same book, my lady," Athena replied. "Same goes for me. I used books as inspiration to imagine a romantic scene I used in performing."

He could smell her perfume, it was the first time he had noticed how sexual the scent was, as if was designed to attract men like a flower’s nectar attracts bees. Her face was coming nearer, her eyes connecting to his like limpets. Her mouth was ajar, her lips red like rubies. He descended the few inches which separated, his own mouth opening. They met, kissing passionately, tongues probing forward, exploring and teasing each other, their mouths trying to engulf the other, the lips both pressed together and moving around. His hands went lower over her ass cheeks, squeezing and cupping the round rump, as she too pulled him closer, her hands clamped together at the back of his neck.

Even so, the whole process feels like a battle, and I am already exhausted by the time I have the books in my hands. I still read romantic novels. There is something comforting about them, even if some of the stories hit a little too close to home. Some of the plots are eerily similar to my own life, while others are pure escapism—beautiful, heartwarming tales from start to finish. Sure, the characters face hardships and tribulations, but what always stands out to me is the love and trust between the couples. It is the kind of love that feels unshakable, the kind I used to dream about. Now, I am not so sure if that kind of love exists for me anymore.

The voice that was released was like an intoxicating groan. Romeo touched her face, licking Rena's lips before taking a sip like lethal heroin. This is an addiction. The opium that made them both fly. The sun's rays are dimmer. The moon is rising to replace the sun. On the edge of a river with a swift current, two people make love to each other. Creates a more romantic atmosphere. Rena pressed Romeo's neck to keep him in position. She didn't want to be away from him now. She's already got a heartbreak. The lover she always dreamed of every night shadowed Romeo's face before she fell asleep.