Romantic Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

“You should start driving your own car from now on, you are really irritating.” “Yay, dearest Romeo,” he says mischievously, with sparking eyes. My cousin is really irritating and childish! I stop responding to him and turn the music volume really high until I don’t hear his voice. Mmh, can I be her Romeo? That body of hers would be divine. Scratch that, that’s a tragic story, I don’t even know why it is regarded as romantic. Two lovers committing suicide is nothing close to being romantic. I am certain that ours would be worse than that. It would definitely end with two murders instead of suicides. That does not stop me from imagining her being all mine though.

kenzie said as I stared at her "oh gimme a break, love at first sight seriously?" I said "yeah it's romantic" kenzie added "ew, gross" I blute out cause the word disgust me "you see quincy here is a no love life type so she doesn't understands love" Gianna said to kenzie as she hand quotes the no love life type word. "Awwwn that bad" kenzie said in a sad tone "okay enough of this love talk am starving" she said as her stomach rumbled loudly making us laugh.

Hearing the system's promise, I was instantly tempted. "Ximena, let me fix your skull." I used the universal glue to carefully attach the missing piece back onto her head. After it dried, I had her shake her head a few times to test it. "It's really fixed." Ximena broke into a happy smile. I seized the moment to make my request. "Ximena, today is our wedding day. Let's just forget all the misunderstandings from before. How about you give me that nail as a token of our love?"

And I didn't help myself either, I constantly fed fears with stories of toxic, manipulative love, how it started always started with flowers and charm, and then, one day, the switch would flip. I promised myself I would never experience that. Romance belonged in stories. Fantasies not real life. Still, I couldn’t deny the memory of his touch. How warm his hand had felt on the small of my back. How perfectly he held me. How one dance ignited sparks across my skin. And my book? It wasn’t helping. The vivid steamy descriptions made me restless, And yet, part of me wasn’t ready to climb out of that mental gutter.

“Why are you being so nice to me? Everyone is going to see me as a homewrecker, like some slut that’s going to steal your mate from you” “Oh please, that’s not going to happen. I’m being nice to you because you haven’t done anything wrong. You’re a victim Raven. None of what has happened to you is your fault. I know a lot of she-wolves become overly jealous and possessive of their mates, but I assure you I’m not like that. I have no reason to be. I mean sure others have tried it on with Mykel, he’s everything you would want in a mate. However, not once has he acted to the advances of another woman. Call him old fashioned but even growing up he believed in the sanctity of the mate bond. Mykel

"Tell me about the book you were reading. What is it about?" P**n. Flushing, I bite my lip "It's a romantic story" and by romance, I mean a girl getting railed by three men at once. I wasn't kidding when I said I'd gotten to the spicy part. She was finally going to sleep with all three of them together. Lucky bitch. "Ah, you're a romantic then?" Anti-romantic. People who say they're in love are full of shit. I believe in power, loyalty, and money.

Rory said and Rhea just smiled. She wanted missed calls, but not just from her annoying brothers and over protective father, she wanted romantic love, someone to hold her, but scarily enough, when she thought of love, her mind went to the handsome devil she had slept with, the one with the fiancée, the one she could never have. Author's Note... Hmm, so how was it? Any good? Are you liking this book so far? Don't forget to comment, and drop a review Love, Blessing

She tried to mask it by taking a sip of her coffee, but the warmth spreading across her chest wasn’t from the drink. After a moment, she cleared her throat, trying to shift the mood. “You know…” she began, her eyes gleaming with mischief, “you completely ruined my image of you.” Damon tilted his head, feigning curiosity. “Oh? And what image is that?” “That you’re cold, bossy, and only good at making me annoyed.” She tapped her fingers against the mug, lips curling. “Turns out you’re secretly a romantic.” He chuckled lowly, the sound rich and smooth. “Don’t get used to it.”

She then looked at him leaned in for kiss it felt like it lasted long but it was just for a few seconds “Do you like it” he asked looking at her as she blushed then he dragged her and kissed her again Dating Mateo felt like living inside a painting. He took her to hidden cafés. To quiet beaches outside the city. To late-night music performances. Sometimes he would sketch her while she talked. “Stop moving,” he said once. “I’m not moving.” “You’re breathing too loudly.” She laughed. “You’re impossible.” “And yet you like me.” He couldn’t deny that.

I’m already 25 while she’s just a 20 years old lady in her youth. In the end, I am still the one who does her bed and brings her a glass of milk before bed. “Good night Miles!” I said and kisses her forehead. “I love you, babe,” she replied. I just smile and headed to the door. Before I finally closes her room, I heard these words, “I want us to have a date. Just some bonding for compensation to our relationship ruins.” “Sure, anything for you. Sweet dreams.” I headed to my room after.