Romantic In Your Arms Quotes Novels & Stories

"You became a shoulder that I can lean on, one I would love to be with," "In other words Roman, I love you, I love you so much that it makes me scared of a day I might lose you," "I am addicted to you, yes I never thought I would say this and this was why it took me too long to say it," "But I want you to know, regardless and especially in a romantic gesture," it read, having me cry at her words. How can someone like this want to kill me, it was getting harder to believe and my head was beginning to explode.

The world may turn, and stars may softly gleam, But in your arms, I've found my sweetest dream. With you, my love, life's journey finds its way, In your embrace, I wish forever to stay. No sweeter place, no refuge quite as sage, I want to be captivated by your arm cage. ~*~

I murmured, my voice husky with desire, "you are the embodiment of love's sweetest poetry, and in your arms, I find solace, passion, and a love that transcends all boundaries." A tender smile graced her lips, her fingers intertwining with mine. "Roman," she whispered, her voice filled with adoration, "our love is a flame that will forever burn bright, lighting the way through the darkest nights. Together, we will navigate the depths of passion and love, fearlessly surrendering to the enchantment of our connection."

and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, arrogant, and ruthless businessman. Never in my dreams, I thought you can be a ‘hopeless romantic’ too.” "See, when it comes to romance, I believe in keeping it simple. For a second, did you call me ‘hopeless romantic’ by any chance?", his words held a little annoyance. Very little that to be noted.

Élianor She takes me in her arms, she takes me the way you take your daughter, the way you take your child, the way you take your life, your heart, your soul, everything you have, everything you are, everything you will be, forever, for eternity, until the end of time, for everything we have, everything we don't have, everything we will have, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love. Her arms are warm, her arms are soft, her arms are those of a mother, the ones I have always searched for, always wanted, always hoped for, always believed in, always loved, without knowing them, without ever having touched them, without ever having felt them, without ever having loved them,

I don't know how long we've been sitting here trying to grasp the gravity of the situation, so I do the only thing my mind can agree with me on at the moment, and I begin peppering every inch of Roman's face in small, salty kisses. The tears turn to breathless laughter, and when I've probably kissed him as many times as years old he is, I throw my body back into his, wrapping my arms around his neck. His giant arms wrap around me, and I have never felt more loved and safe in all my life. Scratching the hair on the back of his head, I whisper, “You came for me,” and choke on another sob. His arms hold me harder as he mumbles into the crook of my neck, “I will always come for you.”

Armstrong came up behind me, his presence warm and solid. "How do you feel?" he asked. "Lighter," I admitted. "Like I've been carrying a weight I didn't know was there, and suddenly it's gone." "That's good." I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him softly. Not with passion or desperation, but with gratitude and promise. When I pulled away, he was smiling slightly. "What was that for?" he asked. "For being patient. For being kind. For being everything without even knowing me." Armstrong's smile faded. "I'm not a saint, Lynn. Don't make me into something I'm not."

~~~Julia House [Night Time]~~~ I exhaled, enjoying the cool air that passed by. My body relaxed under the warm water. The pool was spacious, with neon lights that gave the water a romantic atmosphere. I wanted to go home but Madison and Julia refused. They insisted I stay and have fun with them. And honestly, I was enjoying it. The place had this serene calmness, I guess because Julia's parents are never around. I was relaxing in my lingerie, when suddenly water splashed over me. I turned to them, their defiant smirks daring me to react. “Hey stop it,” I frowned even when my smile said everything. “You see, I know you need to stay here.” Julia grinned. “Yeah…” I said softly. “This is fun.” I

****** Throughout, Chloe was attached to my arm like a permanent shadow. "Smile, Liam," she whispered into my ear as we stood for another photo."The cameras are watching." "I’m smiling," I said through gritted teeth. "You look like you're at a funeral," she snapped. She took a sip of champagne. "Look, I’m not happy either. I have a life, too.But I’m just doing this. Why can't you?" "Because it breaking my heart," I said. She didn't have an answer for that. She just turned toward a passing waiter and took another glass.

The days I spent with Douglas made me feel like I was born again. Ross watched as Douglas brought me coffee and helped me put on my coat. He saw how natural and intimate we were together. Finally, he turned and walked away, looking defeated. "Honey, he's still holding on to you. It's infuriating," Douglas muttered, watching Ross retreat. I smiled and gave him a kiss. "I can't change his mind. But that's not my problem anymore, now that I'm your wife." We exchanged a look, and shared a quiet, knowing smile.