Romantic Hero Novels & Stories

It was reading that helped her escape her harsh reality, and even without noticing it, it has set her standard a little bit higher than she thought she could ever have. Yes, she is a hopeless romantic who is a virgin in all aspects. A hopeless romantic who has never experienced any kind of romantic relationship with anyone in real life. Yet here she is with her set of standards that can only be reached if you are Prince Charming. Prince Charming—a man who will sweep her off her feet and will bring her to her happily ever after. She is already in her twenties and she still naively believes that someone like that exists in real life. But, in all honesty, she is not necessarily looking forward

Women like Rhea Lockwood wants one thing… She wants to be loved, and it’s not the empty kind, it’s the kind a man like me can give to her, she needs someone who wouldn’t just show her love but pure admiration and adoration. I never thought of myself as a romantic. Romance to me seems fleeting, careless and romantic men promise things they don’t bother to protect instead they say the right words and assume that’s enough. But I’m the exception I don’t rely on just words. I pay attention, I anticipate, I remove problems before they ever reach her like her father and Roberto and I’ll make sure the world stays exactly as soft as she needs it to be, even if that means I have to get my hands dirty

“That deep down, when we kissed, I had true and honest intentions?” Slowly, he advanced on her, backing her toward the door until she was pressed flush against it. “In this fairy tale, I’m not the hero who scales the drawbridge. I’m the wolf who darkens the door.” He was so close now that he was nearly pressed against her. “And when I do valiantly scale bridges to save the princess, it’s only because I intend to burn those bridges down.” He pressed both hands against the doorframe just above her head. “Lust has a way of clouding judgment.” He leaned in, so close that she thought he might kiss

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme

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

he asked, amused. "Quite so," she answered without hesitation. "You are like one of Lord Byron's heroes." He arched a brow at her. "Aren't they all rather tragic?" "Well, yes, but only because he wrote them so. It doesn't mean a hero has to be tragic." "Don't they?" he challenged. "A good hero must sacrifice something in order to be a hero. Doesn't that by nature make them tragic?" He was surprised by how much he was enjoying sparring with her verbally, and he wondered if she could refute that argument.

Now that she pondered about it, she couldn't fathom where she got her bravery from to be able to stand his beastly and dangerous figure, let alone allow him to kiss her. But despite the embarrassment, deep in her heart, she truly didn't regret it. And the fact that she felt a romantic bond between them even motivated her. She thought that the romantic life that she ever dreamt of was standing right in front of her. And he was the kind of man she was looking for, a dangerous man who was affectionate about her.

“Then what do you think it is?” I took a deep breath, trying to find the words. “Well, from what I’ve seen, it doesn’t feel like… romance. Adam looks at Aria like… well, like he’s responsible for her. Like he would do whatever it took to protect her. But there’s no… I don’t know… possessiveness, if that makes sense?” Dante clenched his fists, his expression unreadable, though I could see the hurt beneath the surface. “So he’s just her… what? Her knight in shining armour?”

Even if it meant robbing her of the one special moment she looked forward to most. She’d never felt so conflicted. Her desire clashed with the grief of losing her father and she could find no way to rationalize Romero’s actions. Still, she craved him like her next breath. What did that make her? A traitor to those who cared for her? A victim of Stockholm? Or a reckless angel–willingly throwing herself over the edge to fall for a devil? And what a handsome devil he was.

We'd both of us turned in on ourselves, instead of reaching out to each other. It was only when I realised that my so-called love stories were always pretty lacklustre that it dawned on me how truly drab my own love story was. I'd been looking for a picture of an ideal hero, but I’d found no-one amongst the sleekly groomed male models in my magazine. I wanted him to be sandy-haired, handsome but not clichéd, quite beautiful but in a rugged sort of way. He had to be tall, and wear glasses, and — I realised suddenly — look exactly the way Mike had looked, in the early happy days of our marriage.