Romantic For Men Novels & Stories

As I pushed my fingers in, I promised to myself that this night won’t end without sleeping with him. I am touching myself and trying to remember how Vin stared at me last night, and then I reached my peak when his smirk and lip bite flashed on my mind. When I’m finished touching my self. I immediately went out and trying to find Zilo the owner of this club. Why am I seeing hot guys around? Well I guess this party isn't bad at all. I am glad that i come here. "Hey" someone approached me. "Uhmm, Hi" "Hi, I'm Dexter. I approached you ' coz I saw you walking and you're not partying so I guess that we could chitchat a little you know?"

and he began to say. 'Blessed is the man who comes without evil intentions and with sincerity into a woman's life.... The one who gives her security and makes her feel beautiful, sexy, intelligent, who makes her an accomplice in crazy things, but above all makes her feel loved, respected and desired..... Blessed be that man who gives you more affection than problems, the one who earns your trust and is able to help you restore your wounds.... The one who does not come with lies or betrayals, the one who still knows how to be a gentleman and is clear that romanticism does not go out of fashion....

"What's that, Sir?" "Now, I'm not trying to mean this offensively," he started cautiously. I was a little surprised. What could be so bad that it made Arthur preemptively apologize? He was usually an ask first, apologize second kind of guy. "It’s just… from what I’ve heard, a lot of women seem to be attracted to these ‘classic romances’,” he explained. “The idea of a slightly flawed, but ultimately good man who’s willing to do almost anything for the sake of the woman he loves. The kind of man who protects her, and takes care of her, and comforts her. A man who sweeps her off her feet and leaves her breathless.

"Yes, yes. Here is a good location. Let's do it here and have no regrets later on!" Ritian followed the man's graceful chest disposition before finally looking at his face. He was instantly moved. The man was handsome. The type of men who were usually used as a book cover for werewolves Alpha romance flick he reads before going to sleep (or playing with his member). Ritian believed that he is still blessed after everything. "Oh, yeah!" Ritian nodded in satisfaction. "Really good."

He was one of the most powerful men in existence. “Okay um…what do you want to know?” I asked. “How many men have you been with?” I nearly choked on my drink. “Um, just two and you’re one of them.” “Good, I like a woman who hasn’t been around.” Roman nodded. “How many women have you been with?” “At least twenty.” “Oh my,” I whispered. “But I did it for you. For my mate. I wanted to make sure that I was completely experienced for when I met you. I wanted to satisfy you in every single way. And I clearly did that last night, so fucking all those women was worth it.”

He was everything a woman would die for: handsome, rich, and, most of all, powerful. He was everything most men would wish to be. His body was in great shape. He was the kind of man that every female would want to fuck for free in the club, not like I would mind having a free night with him. He was super hot, and none of the girls in the club would want to miss the opportunity of being fucked by such a hottie, the thought takes my inside twitch. I didn't know the kind of man I wanted until I met him, my stepbrother, alpha Roman.

' He asked standing up from the table and closing the file to sit opposite me on the chair. 'It is none of your business,' I said to Roy with a voice that gave way to no further discussion. 'Your business is my business, Roman. Why are you this angry?' 'Can you believe that Raven said she was attracted to me because I am good-looking and powerful,' I explained. 'That doesn't justify your anger,' Roy said raising a brow. 'She looked me right in the eyes and said maybe if she was around powerful wolves she might have been with one of them,' I explained.

I said evenly and turned away. I couldn't let myself start appreciating his handsome, flawless features that oozed masculine strength and confidence. It was too risky. Romano had made it clear that this was a marriage of convenience; we were to have no personal interest in one another until we figured things out. Not to mention that I still didn't know what his revenge was “We're here.” Romano's voice sounded different, more clipped than it had just been.

"One ticket for Accidental Romantics, please." He looked up and said “just one?” I looked at him with furrowed brows “yes, it's just me” He said “oh, no sorry i wasn’t trying to offend, just that its a romantic movie and well, your too pretty to be by yourself, your boyfriend couldn’t get off work to come with you?”

“You made one mist ake tonight, Romano.” “Oh?” “You assumed love makes men weak.” I leaned slightly closer, voice deadly calm. “But men like me?” I smiled coldly. “We become monsters when someone touches what we love.”