Romantic For Men Novels & Stories

"All I want is to stand in front of everyone we know and promise to never let you go again. Is that really so terrible?" My anger melted away, replaced by a complicated mix of emotions. "No, it's not terrible," I admitted quietly. "It's actually... pretty sweet." "Sweet?" He arched an eyebrow, clearly hoping for a better adjective. A reluctant smile tugged at my lips. "Romantic?" "Getting better." His hands slid to my waist, pulling me closer. "But Ryan," I said, placing my palms against his chest, "I have the London opening, then Fashion Week, then—"

she asked in a mocking tone. 'Oh my God, no! It wasn't a ghost. He was a male.." Amelia said impassively, then at the last sentence she nearly blushed and Helena noticed. "Mmmm... a male.." she teased her, then added, "Do you have a boyfriend?" "No. And I don't want one," Amelia said in a serious tone. "Why not? You are pretty.." Helena said to which she replied by saying, "Men are only attracted to you either you are pretty or you have a nice body. Nobody cares about the heart. And I find these men nothing less than wolves."

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.

It would be better to get her out of my head and let her find a guy who matched her expectations. "What do you mean by rough and raw?" Manu asked after what seemed like an eternal silence. "I mean, Manu, that I'm not the romantic type, that sex isn't always in bed, and that I'm not satisfied with just one round. I like hard and hot sex, no frills, mind-blowing, wild, with mutual intense desire. I can be gentle, but sometimes I'm more straightforward, let's put it that way." I looked at her very seriously. "I like women who know what they want, in life and in bed, decisive women who don't play games, which isn't common among young women like you, who dream of a romantic guy."

Does he even know anything about romance? The closeness is what I never experience before with any man. I always wanted to have a romantic relationship but with the right man. A man who will love me, cherish me, respect me, the way men approach me at the parties they were clear about their intention. A night in bed, no promise, this is not who I am, I don’t even think I can move in my life after having some meanness sex with a random man.

Jeoff gazing at your cleavage… breathing near at your neck… You can stay here for a while Charm. Yeah. Wait until it is already night. You might pick a star for you. Or the dialogue of a man courting a woman they admire the most… “I will give everything to you, even I catch a star just for you.” LOL. That is how romantic guys say it.

He mused. "Oh come on. I'm sure you have women falling all over you. If you were a bartender you would. You're gorgeous." Pearl said. "Well, thank you for that. I don't blush often but they got me a little. I've had a few ladies in my bed, but nothing serious. I don't spend a lot of time on romantic notions. Most women don't stick around long without romantic fallacy. It's in the makeup. Sure, romance is wonderful and exciting but it isn't what makes two people work. That's all friendship and pure carnal attraction."

And then, “And I wouldn’t leave the other piece of our family with just anyone.” That did something to me. It hit straight through. Maybe other people wouldn’t see it as romantic. Maybe they’d think it was too blunt, too practical. But to me? It was everything. “Mr Romano,” I whispered, leaning closer to him, my lips brushing near his ear, “I didn’t know you could be so romantic.” “They’re really making me rethink my decision to behave tonight,” I added I felt the shift in him immediately. Subtle and Controlled. But there.

I have already gone through all that was to know about him. Dante Romano, twenty-seven-year-old single father who owns a high-end nightclub by the name Eclipse Lounge. Not only that, he has another business. A popular Restaurant in the state and a branch in Singapore. He's a man that travels around a lot. There wasn't much information about his personal life apart from him being a single father and a sex maniac. There was no other information beyond that.

She rolled her eyes, Rhye being this sweet was like knowing that women didn’t want a partner that could communicate feelings or sympathize with emotions; they just wanted someone who could bench press twice their body weight, and that was a fact. Thanks to Hollywood's romantic Christmas movies. Sometimes she wanted to blame those movies. Women expect too much yet she was not complaining now. But she knew, werewolf males were like some hot male leads in a romantic novel where the handsome man was over six feet tall, had dark hair, tattoos, and so much testosterone-inflated muscle that he had to walk through doors sideways and who talked less. Not to mention that Alpha Rhye was superior to any