Romantic Hero Novels & Stories

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.

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

I just wanted to surprise you. That only made him more furious. It wasn’t just tonight. This woman had played the victim again and again, manipulating his sympathy, twisting his focus, making him forget the one person who truly mattered. He admitted it. At first, he thought he was just being kind. That he was doing the right thing, but, somewhere along the way, he had started enjoying her dependence. Her admiration. Her worship. He loosened his grip and finally let go. Marie mistook it as a sign of affection. Her eyes welled up with tears.

she asked, walking toward him like a dream in white chiffon dress. He stood up, pulling her close by her waist. “I don’t know who I was before this…If I was romantic or just a boring husband,” he chuckled, “but I know who I want to be now. For you. Just for you. You're my muse, Ocean.” Romantic ? You were a rapist.. a very romantic husband who used to rape his wife and ruin her every single day. She thought. She placed her hands on his chest, right above his heart, her fingers tracing soft patterns in there.

So obviously, a lot of knights admire his strength. I just smiled at their reaction. 'He's an annoying someone. If only these guys knows that as well' A lot of noble ladies qho are here as well are looking at him full of handsomeness. They are inlove with him. Definitely. Even in the novel, Calix is known as the best ideal guy in the whole empire the same as Rylie. Obviously, they are the leading characters in this world. Rylie is a second male lead while Calix is the male lead. But I really wonder how pretty and gorgeous the heroine is to grab the hearts of them.

Romeo dodged at top speed before saying solemnly, "Hey, hey, don't be angry. If you ask me, Darryl Darby might be a great hero, but he's no match for you." Circe stopped at the words, huffing out an exasperated laugh. "You little devil. Alright, who would be a match for me, then? Romeo had been waiting for the question all along. He chuckled lightly, hopping onto a rock nearby and thumping his chest. "Haha! Me, of course. Don't worry. I'll be sure to throw a grand wedding when I grow older and wed you with glory." Romeo's expression was nothing but solemn as he spoke.