Romantic Mysteries Novels & Stories

Romy shouted, her voice echoing off the tall oak bookshelves, shattering the quiet of the high wing. She stepped right up to me, her chest pressing against my leather coat, her green eyes blazing with a fierce, terrifying pride that burned brighter than the gold mark on her collarbone. "Look at me!" she demanded, reaching up with her right hand to grip the lapels of my heavy coat, forcing me to meet her fierce, unbroken gaze. "I am not a fragile heirloom to be hidden away in a velvet box! I am not a prize to be hoarded in a stone vault while the world burns outside your gates! I am Romy of the Hawthorne line. I am an assassin who spent thirteen years hunting the very monsters you are trying

Serena’s voice sharpened. “Yes. Safe,” he repeated, stepping closer. “Predictable. Corporate. It looks like every other luxury wedding venue in the city. There’s no story here. No emotion. No magic.” Serena felt her temper flare. “This isn’t about magic, Julian. This is about creating a sophisticated, unforgettable event. Not some bohemian outdoor circus.” Julian stepped even closer, close enough that she could smell his cologne; it travelled straight into her nostrils, smelling woodsy, expensive, and annoyingly intoxicating.

He popped the trunk of the car, inside there were around six dozen roses, blackberry chocolates, and a stuffed wine with a beautiful colored note, "Will you like to join me for dinner tonight?" A big smile itself graced my lips, undoubtedly it was beautiful and innovative. I faintly touched them and looked up just to find that grinning handsome man staring at me. "You look beautiful when you smile. Much better than from your poker expression.” He bent towards me and whispered," But even more beautiful while blushing the way you are right now." 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, a

Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”

"I am lonely most of the time. But now I have you. I won't be lonely anymore" She came closer to him placing both of her hands on his cheeks,stared into his eyes,he stared back. There seemed to be a change of atmosphere at that point. It became a romantic atmosphere. He gently placed his hands around her waist. She got closer,her face just an inch away from his and she gave him a kiss on his lips. It was so magical that he had to close his eyes. She continued kissing,this time she focused on the lower lip,then then upper lip and he picked up the pace from there. They kissed each other's lips so passionately until Jane let out a slight moan. He then went further to kiss her neck,while squeezi

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.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

he said simply before stepping back and gesturing for Liam and Penelope to enter. They took a deep breath and pushed open the doors, their hearts pounding in their chest. Inside, they found themselves in what could only be described as a grand chamber of secrets. It was a room that seemed to be trapped in time, with its walls adorned with ancient tapestries and its ceiling decorated with ornate carvings that depicted mythical creatures. The room was dimly lit, with only a few torches flickering in the corners, casting dancing shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of old leather and burning incense, making Liam and Penelope feel as though they had been transported to anot

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

Asher was driving along the lower Manhattan street of Hudson in the Tribeca area, he was done with the day's work and was in the neighborhood to pick up Cassidy Myers from work, he knew a steamy bonk was in the cards tonight. Cassidy is Asher's secret lover, a tall, thirty-five-year-old divorcee with bottle-blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She runs a gallery in the Tribeca neighborhood, which she acquired from the large sum she got from her divorce from her ex-husband. Asher found Cassidy already waiting for him as he parked by the sidewalk of her gallery. "Thanks for coming to get me, lover boy," Cassidy said as she slipped into the car, giving Asher a peck on the side of his neck. "My place