Novel & Cerita Romantic List

“Seduce him. Romance him. Make him fall in love with you . . .” How can I do that? I’m done in seducing him, and romancing him, but make him fall in love to me? Is beyond impossible. That’s really next to impossible. He won’t fall in love with me. This is just a marriage for convenience. Both Callum and Dad were benefiting in this marriage, our companies were now . . . merging. And because of Callum agreeing to Daddy’s proposal, he is very happy because he will be able to enter Callum’s company without difficulty. And I wonder what Daddy can do.

"Yup. Venice, the city of love. Perfect for a honeymoon. And I promise, no bikinis." She rolled her eyes. "Just couldn't help yourself, could you?" His grin was unrepentant. "Tried to. There's the food." He kissed his fingers and rattled off something in Italian. "The music and the art. You are going to love Venice, mia cara." "There's no third party present, Drew. You don't have to call me a pet name." "Friends have pet names for one another." She placed the heel of her palms over her eyes. "Don't tell me that, Drew."

The ring in my finger is a symbol, and so is our names on each other's HarmonyMatch app. And so, I decided let things go. I looked at him and said: "Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee," he looked at me, puzzled. "Your Highness. There is no hiding." I took a deep breath. "I'm in love you, too," I said. And there was silence. He just looked at me, face unreadable except for what seemed like shock. "Um…hello?" I asked, waving my hands before his face. "Hey, are you o–"

Public displays of affection hhhmmm I love them. Our dinner, as usual, is merely an excuse for us to be together in a quiet romantic setting. You see, it's not the food we seek here but the atmosphere. A quiet table near the back where we still can see the sunset but are afforded our own privacy for love. They know us here; after all, this is a weekly gesture for us.

“Oh really? What makes the place romantic then?” She shrugged. “The interiors. The music. The food. And you.” Wisdom then winked at the still-munching Denver. He bit his lips sexily. “Gosh, I never knew that I am already a Mr. Romantic, eh?” “From the first time I saw you until today, you have always been the National Romantic Man of the Country ever since.” Wisdom’s face beamed with an angelic smile that, if Denver is an ice cream, he had long gone melted in his chair.

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

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

Luciano murmured, his voice rough with frustration. "It's always like this," Rosa said, biting her lip as she pulled her hand back, trying not to smile at his dramatic complaint. "Come on, baby. We need to be quick before our little devil wakes up again," Luciano whispered, nipping lightly at her ear. Rosa sucked in a breath. “You are unbelievable." "I am yours, amore mio," he husked. Her cheeks flushed at the reminder. It still amazed her how, with each passing day, he seemed to grow more and more romantic.

"Ximena, today is our wedding day. Let's just forget all the misunderstandings from before. How about you give me that nail as a token of our love?" She waved her hand without a second thought. "It's just a nail. If you like it, take it." [Ding. Target Ximena has gifted the host a level-four soul nail. Stored in inventory.] [Ding. Host has obtained a level-three tweezer. Stored in inventory.] [Nail removal task completed. Reward pack has been issued. Please claim it in your inventory.] [Please keep up the good work and carry out your Devoting actions to the end.] I opened my system inventory and found four new items inside. A mask called Beauty Restoration Device. A wig called Three Thousand

NATE I am not a romantic. I want to be clear about this upfront because what I am about to describe could be mistaken for the behavior of a romantic, and I am not one, have never been one, have in fact spent the better part of my adult life maintaining a specific and considered skepticism about the particular and extravagant claims people made about love, about the way it announced itself, about the degree to which a person could look at two other people and know something about them that the two other people had not yet figured out about themselves.