Romantic Love Novels Novels & Stories

“The novel’s title is Shocking Shocked, and it tells the story of a guy who was electrocuted after disclosing shocking news?” I bit the bottom of my lip. “Well... It’s one of my favorite novels.” She slapped herself across the forehead. “Dainty! We should not read novels like these. I assumed you were interested in romantic novels, so I let you read books, and then I’ll know that you’re reading about terror and murder novels?!” My mouth was closed. What can I do if I’m not a fan of romance novels? Horror, mystery, and psychological stories are my favorite, and not romance. When I read a romantic novel, my whole body convulses. They simply do not appeal to me.

Yes, I felt my cheeks hot and a pulsating pressure between my thighs and a wet sensation pressed against my panties. "If i was born as a werewolf, then this hospital ward would be filled with the smell of my arousal.... Shit...shit..shit... What happened to me today....Lara.. For sure, you have to stop reading your fantasy novels and your k-dramas...." I shook my head and driven all those f*cking thoughts out of my mind. He stopped kisssing me in the middle and took a deep breath. He opened and glared me with his lust filled eyes. Then he suddenly lifted me in a bridal style and gently placed me in the near by hospital bed. He widened my legs and stood in between my thighs.

“Sophia loves reading novels—romance novels—but just like what I said, she is actually dense and almost oblivious with the men around her. It would seem that she is more fixated with the idea of what she reads rather than real men, but, of course, I can’t say that she has not had a real boyfriend ever…”

He angrily said I bite my self trying to calm my self not to cry but my tears didn't lessen to me and they keep falling. "Is it my fault to love you!" I shout at him "come on wake up Jenny, you don't love me, you just love me because Gelo and I are had the same face" Is it really hard to believe that I love him? I love him not because he's my husband's twin but I love him because he's so good and kind to other people so I can't help myself to fall in love with him.

Story Title: Midnight Contract Author: Feylume Genre: Office Romance, Billionaire, Power Play, Explicit Erotica Main Characters: • Isabella Hart – 26, ambitious, intelligent, beautiful with long dark hair and curves that drive him crazy. • Damien Cross – 34, ruthless CEO, tall, muscular, dark hair, piercing gray eyes, extremely dominant and controlling. Blurb: When her devastatingly handsome and ruthless CEO offers her a secret after-hours contract, Isabella discovers that mixing business with the most sinful pleasure comes with a dangerous price… and she’s addicted.

"She's out to get me. She faked her death. She faked the whole dramatic exit. She'll show up once I've paid my dues." He clung to that belief. It was all he had. Even if the love he felt was nothing but a side effect of some drug. Even if that love had curdled into something dark. Nora was beside herself, crying next to him. Francis watched her, and after a long pause, a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Natalie loved me. She'd come running back the second she heard I was off the market." Nora, eyes red and swollen, looked up at Francis on bended knee and heard him say softly, "Nora, let's go ahead with the wedding, okay?

He held her down, ensuring every drop stayed buried deep, their bodies locked in sweaty, trembling union. As the aftershocks faded, Elina collapsed onto his chest, her breath ragged. "I love you," she whispered softly, breaking the rule only in this tender aftermath. Francis pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her possessively. He kissed the top of her head, inhaling the musky scent of their shared passion. "I know," he murmured, his voice softening for the first time. But even in this moment of quiet, the fire between them simmered, ready to ignite again.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

places and well-known theaters it looked entirely different at night. There were very few passersby instead there were sly shadows that moved like ghosts between the buildings. Alongside snatches of inebriated songs and boisterous laughter the windows of the still-open taverns cast halos of yellowish light onto the sidewalks. Eleanor had grown up in a modest but cozy home a few streets away where her father Theodore Blake would spend his days poring over old manuscripts and his evenings whispering weird stories that she had always assumed were fairy tales. As a result Eleanor was familiar with the neighborhood. However she felt a strange chill that night that had nothing to do with the chill

“They like happy endings—just like mystery book readers—but romance readers care more about the character than the plot. mystery and thrillers deal with how to solve the crime, the puzzle, and stop the bad guy. romance is usually about emotion — which I don't know how to write well — and the development of character, two people overcoming adversity and conquering love. Conquer love. With Jeffrey, I felt like love had miraculously landed on the Conquer love. With Jeffrey, I felt like love had miraculously landed on the my door. So, when things got tough, I assumed that he never really had me. loved. None of us grew an inch from the moment we met to the the day we got divorced. I had grown old