Romantic Hero Novels & Stories

He had made that clear from the beginning. He was what I had dreamed of my whole life — not the sanitized version of love that movies sell, not the polite, predictable affection that comes with rules and boundaries, but the kind that consumes you. The kind that makes you feel like you’re the center of someone’s universe. The kind that’s messy and possessive and terrifyingly beautiful. Damon was all of that. He was the man who would burn cities for me, who would bleed for me, who would destroy anyone who dared to touch me.

“I’m sure he could if he wanted but he won’t. So, when it’s his time to go I’ll be there with him before it happens and take him to meet her soul once again.” Jace looked thoughtful then said what he naturally assumed of her “You’re a secret romantic.” “A what?” “Ah right you may not know what that is exactly. Basically, it means that you uh like to do sweet things.” she frowned at him it didn’t fit with her image or how others perceived her. “No, I’m not.” “You are. Think about it. you’re going to spend Minos last minutes with him and then reunite him with his love? That sounds romantic in a sense.”

She was so lovely. Even when his heart rate became abnormal, he showed signs of discomfort. He didn't mind it. 'You heart! F*ck you! You shouldn't go out of your way for a woman you've just met. To save our sanity, we are not in nearly as good of shape as we'd like to be!' He chastised himself while holding back. They moved to a new position. It was Savannah who was found dozing off on both the bed and the makeup hut. Phantom's attractiveness did not bother her, despite the fact that she had previously described him as such. In fact, Phantom was the personification of Adonis. He has a beautiful face and exudes masculinity, much like the sculptures that were shown in Greek mythology.

He even forced the notorious vampire count to sign a peace pact. From then on, no one dares to despise him simply because he used to be a rogue. Surely, they still refer to him as the Rogue in private conversations, but this time they did it out of respect. “Rogue” the word had become his personal icon. He is now the heroic lover that every unmated girl could ever dream of. And he is single. Though the Alphas who were eager to marry their daughters, sisters, even cousins to him, almost trampled down his residence. He was single all the time, hadn't even dated one girl.

"I find the music very excellent and the plot is okay however I'm not very fond of Christine because she's too much of the perfect-girl character. She's kind, pure-hearted, and compassionate yet ultimately, a pushover. She's depicted as society's standard on how a woman should act: meek, mild, and submissive. She didn't question who the voice was guiding her and stupidly thought that it was 'An Angel of Music' without considering otherwise. It's a bad influence on women. She just went with the flow and didn't strategize on how to save herself. Oh, I'm a bit curious about your opinion regarding Erik. What do you think of him?" "So far I'm quite interested in the deep obsession of Erik to Chri

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....

Now the stone castle workers would think I was some sort of harridan who was destined to be locked away on the Lycan’s shelf for all of eternity until I was eventually thrown out with nothing on my person but an old pledge and a heart wound. Who was I kidding? It wasn't like he owed me his undying loyalty. I was the one who had given my word. Not him. Hector was a king too, the most powerful king in all of the wolf tribe. I couldn't possibly expect him to fall in love with me. I wasn't some mysterious dark-haired beauty like Dennis, or cute and innocent like Layla. Or freaking Edward Scissor-hands like that high school grad blonde bitch. ”Ugh,” I groaned, pressing my back into the bronze of

His rock hard hard chest that always had her drooling with the most cute tattoos perking out, it was just so unexplainable. This man here was the direct opposite of Sebastian, she'll just die, if he gets to lay his filthy hands on her, she's never be able to live with her getting raped by someone like him. "Get off please, don't do this?" She cried, hoping Sebastian would just come into the picture and save her from this, his undeniably handsome face just kept recurring on her head making her cry the more, it felt like she was leaving him and she didn't want to leave him just yet.

"You like the feeling of having a man who could kill for you?" I nodded slowly. "It's much better than one who would only die for me." Florian watched me for a long moment, his breaths hot against my skin, his eyes gliding around my face. When he spoke again, his voice was a slow, soft whisper, and I knew that this wasn't that fluffy nerd and popular guy romance. It was a dark romance of obsession, and I was a willing participant. "I always knew we would be perfect, Roxanne. I always knew you would be perfect for me."

Brian had never known that seeing a person cry could hurt more than having his own stomach pierced and his limbs removed, he had never thought that it was possible to want to go on a rampage and kill whatever was causing that person's tears. Frankly to say, he was never a romantic person, too stoic and practical in his ways, he believed romance to be an imaginative paperback created by an idealist. And that was precisely the reason why his arms seemed to freeze as they hovered above the sobbing woman that seemed to think it was a good idea to launch herself into his arms.