Novel & Cerita Romantic Literature Books

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

Lawrenta tries to cheer me up by noticing my mood, but my thoughts are too disorganized to even respond to her small talk. I decide to busy myself and take my drawing book with me to the mansion's library. The space is quiet and serene, but I can't seem to draw down an idea after almost an hour of staring at the blank page. With a tired sigh,I stand up from the seat and look around the library. There are different books in the library, and I am stunned to find romance books on one of the shelves. I hummed with delight as I picked up some books that caught my eye. A particular book caught my attention. It had a cover with real-looking roses and a small knob in the center. I blew the dust off

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

She had been so cold for so long, and now she could feel a burning desire rushing through her, bright and overwhelming. When he lay back on the bed and spoke her name into the quiet, something inside her stirred, soft at first and then insistent. His awareness of her felt like a hand brushing against her soul. Every time he shifted, every time his breath changed, she thought it rippled through her, a quiet pull that made her drift closer without quite meaning to.

“Everything is perfect. I simply prefer consistency. And I enjoy our conversations. Do you mind if you stay a little longer today? I would like the company while you work.” I hesitated for only a second. “I can stay for a while. As long as I finish my other rooms on time.” He smiled and gestured toward the seating area. “Take your time. Talk to me while you work. Tell me what you are reading for your literature classes right now.” I started with the bed, pulling the sheets tight while answering. “We are studying gothic romance this week. Stories full of secrets and dangerous attractions. The kind where the heroine knows she should stay away but cannot.”

The windows faced the gardens, and the morning light was golden and warm and poured across the reading chairs like honey. She ran her fingers along the spines. Classics, histories, business books that probably belonged to Alexander. Nothing that looked even remotely interesting. “Where do they keep the fun books?” She moved to a different shelf where the light didn't quite reach. There were older volumes here—paperbacks mixed with hardcovers, spines cracked from actual use instead of just decoration. “This is more like it.” She crouched down, scanning titles. A thriller, a mystery and finally a romance with a cover so embarrassingly dramatic she almost laughed out loud. She reached for it an

The late sunlight spilled through the windows, painting gold over the wood. It felt like stepping into another world. A colder one. I walked to the bookshelf, scanning the titles. Politics. Pack histories. Strategy. Economics. Of course. I sighed, sliding my fingertips along the spines, hoping for a hint of softness, something romantic. Maybe a love story tucked away. Or even one of those dark, forbidden romance books where love and ruin intertwined, something that mirrored the madness between Lucian and me. But the rows offered no such comfort. I chuckled quietly to myself. “Of course not. Lucian probably thinks romance books are a waste of time.”

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

James sat in his grandmother's cozy living room, listening intently as she read him the stories of Eli, the vampire who had faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious through sheer determination and the power of love. James had always loved hearing these stories, but today they held a special meaning for him.