Romantic In English Novels & Stories

We were ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that our love would always guide us through the darkest of times. *** In the evening, Jonathan surprised me with a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden of his home. Soft music played in the background, creating an ambience of tranquillity and love. As we sat at the table adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of fragrant roses, I admire the effort he had put into making this evening special. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a gentle glow on our faces. “You truly know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Jonathan.” I praised him, a smile playing on my lips.

It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish. When he finally released me, we were both panting. "You love me," Francis said, locking eyes with me, each word deliberate as if willing it to be true. "You'll keep loving me. The drugs are irrelevant." I could not help but laugh. "Francis, who are you kidding?" Francis acted like he did not hear me. He just stood up and smoothed out his suit. "You're getting out tomorrow. Come stay at my place." "That's not my home," I said.

Brandon said, finally giving her a nickname that only. “What… what did you say? This doesn’t sound like an English word.” “Mon Amour! And yes, this is not an English word but french.” “What does it mean?” Sophia asked, and his heartbeat quickened. Sophia knew her Ex-husband was fluent in french. A part of her already knew that this could be some kind of endearment, but she still wanted to know from his mouth. “My love.”

"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight." -Oscar Wilde- *** The sound of ocean crashing in the evening radiated tranquility throughout the shore, accompanied by the different hues of red and purple painting the sky as the sun set down and the dusk arrived from its slumber, picturing the perfect atmosphere for a romantic date, even someone who previously had lacked romantic attitude knew not to waste the moment.

"Well, look at you holding me in public where practically anyone can see us." "So this your definition of romantic." I smirked when she nodded. I simply kissed my lips and shook my head in mock disappointment. "You don't know what being romantic is actually." I teased more. "What do you mean?" "Just because I am holding you in public you consider it romantic Anu, my standards of romance are far better than this." "Oh yeah, then enlighten me." She said playing along. "Well, I did enlighten you, but looks like you have a weak memory."

“Too out of character to get my wife’s name tattooed over my heart? I think not.” I stared at the elegant lettering—SAVANNAH—curving beautifully across his skin. It was simple but striking. Romantic in a way that felt deeply personal. “Okay, when you put it like that,” I admitted, a reluctant smile tugging at my lips, “it actually makes perfect sense. This is… really romantic, Roman.” He puffed his chest out just a little, clearly proud. “What can I say? I’m the undisputed Lord of Romance.”

What incomparable blending of form and colour in your divine features! I happen to be in love with you Mr Romantic. Just by reading this, I was struck with love. Who is this Mr Romantic?

"Very… romantic." The way he said 'romantic' made it sound like a sickness. Bastard!

She beamed at me from across the room, her cheeks flushed with enthusiasm. I took a deep breath, rolling my eyes at the sudden festivity. Valentine’s Day, a day to be reminded that romance could be a fairy tale for others but a tired story for me. The dream’s ghost whispered at the back of my mind, and I shoved it aside with a sigh. Emma pointed at the poster plastered near the bulletin board. It featured two clocks perfectly synchronized, below the tagline: The Perfect Lover. "Isn't it romantic?" Emma gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “If I could, I wish... well, maybe someday I’ll find someone like that.” She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movi

After a silence between both of them, which transports them to highlights of their time together, Bruce kind of breaks the nostalgic moment, “But anyway, in one word... define Romantic...” “I see it like a box of chocolate, just one of those assortments that mom brought every time she came back from a trip. In our land, all people have practically one flavor. This is a well-assorted box...” excited.