Novel & Cerita Romantic Novel Books In English

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

“Yes, ma’am.” The chambers were large, beautiful, and suffocating all at once. Expensive fabrics, imported furniture, and flowers in vases that probably cost more than entire villages back home. My home. My burned, broken, grieving home. I breathed a sigh of relief—I had passed the first test. The second would begin when the king entered my chambers. I fell onto the bed, thinking about the good times I spent with my beloved… “Alessia,” he had once whispered my name, kissing me softly on the cheek. “I will never stop loving you, my flower.”

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.

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.

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

‘What book is it? ‘Hangover Abbey or something.’ ‘Not Northanger Abbey ? Jane Austen?’ She nodded. ‘About some stupid girl who thinks somebody’s murdered somebody or something and makes a complete prat of herself.’ Bells were ringing like mad in Claudia’s head. ‘I had to do that at school too.’ Anoushka folded her arms. ‘And I suppose you’re going to tell me you liked it.’ Claudia felt a pang of sympathy for poor old Sister Bernadette, who’d tried so hard to make them all enthusiastic about literature - ‘It’s really terribly amusing, girls, if you can just get over these silly prejudices about nineteenth- century language.*

I pressed my legs together as I walked, trying to steady myself. The girls' words repeated in my head. Enemy. Consequences. Mousy librarian slut. I touched my lips again. Remembering the passion. The connection. Josh was worth it. I hoped. The night had been magical, romantic, and even erotic amidst the tension… But now danger loomed.

Her eyes were closed tightly and breathing was uneven satisfying him as he knew she was afraid but was also responding to his touch. Damon: Look at me princess. He mumbled against her lips as her almost bare chest got pressed against his hard sweaty one. Luciana steadily unfolded her orbs and their eyes locked for a couple of moments. Her breathing got heavier when he unzipped her gown and removed it fully from her upper body revealing a light pink bra giving a compliment to her snow-like skin. He placed his rough palm on her cheek before pulling her face closer to his. Damon: Don't worry love you will never forget this night of our love.

"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.