Romantic Novel Excerpt 소설 & 이야기

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

In the growing light of dawn, the city of love seemed to hold its breath, as if acknowledging that within these walls lay a passion powerful enough to rival its own romantic legacy. Dawn painted the historic spires of Paris in shades of gold and rose, but my world had narrowed to the dangerous perfection of Nathan's embrace. In this moment, surrounded by centuries of romantic history and wrapped in the arms of my devastating billionaire, I understood that some loves transcend ordinary definitions. What we shared was as rare and precious as the diamonds he draped me in - dangerous, beautiful, and absolutely unstoppable.

“Have you gotten to the part where he is ordered to have her hanged? Oh! It’s so gripping! I was on the edge of my seat. He pulls the lever. She falls with the noose around her neck, but as soon as she drops, he changes his mind, grabs her body, and runs away with her.” “No, not yet,” Nova said with annoyance, as if I had just ruined the book for her. “I don’t mean to spoil it for you. It’s just so romantic! He is so sweet, cooking for her, bathing her, reading to her every night, and caring for her for months! He even wants a family with her, and you know how men are nowadays about kids. Most men don’t want them.” I sighed wistfully, placing my hand over my heart.

This was a romance novel, but after so many pages, the male and female leads had only hugged and held hands—they had not even shared a kiss. Daniel smiled and gently held her in his arms. He pointed at a few lines on the screen. "This part is a bit long-winded. You should delete it." "Hmm?" "They should take the next step, right?" Maisie leaned against him and blinked her big eyes at him. Perhaps it was the heating in the room, but Daniel felt a bit hot. She was wearing a shirt with a wide neckline, revealing a large expanse of fair skin. His gaze involuntarily traveled downward...

Money follows money. So they say, she smelt rich and so was Marley and together, they made a perfect match, perfect enough to own a heated romance novel cover; both clinging champagne flutes with wealthy smiles on their faces in an extremely luminous ballroom with huge crystal chandeliers here and there or better still, him holding her delicate fingers against his thick chest with the other firmly fastened on the arch of her back as their beam of smiles darken each other's eyes. "Zaphrina it's not what you think, she's-" she heard Marley's pleading voice fade away with each step she took.

She could do a lot of things. Instead, she picked up the embarrassing romance novel and walked to the window seat. --- The book was terrible. The dialogue was overwrought. The hero was impossibly handsome, and the heroine was impossibly naive, and the plot required a series of coincidences that would never happen in real life. Elara loved every page. She read until the morning light shifted to afternoon. She read until her eyes grew tired and her stomach reminded her that breakfast was a distant memory. She read until she stopped seeing Isabella's tight smiles and Viktor's watchful eyes every time she blinked.

Nelly felt Adel’s life pulse around her, her heart soaring with him into a world of dreams and passion. They exchanged soft whispers, words like perfume, seeping into the depths of Nelly’s soul: “Every moment with you… is a new life… Every glance from you sets my heart aflame, making me see the world in a whole new way…” Adel smiled, unable to resist the warmth flowing from Nelly’s proximity. She brushed a strand of hair from her face, then leaned closer until their faces touched, their eyes embracing, as if declaring to the world: Here, between us, exists a pure love, a love that burns with a flame that will never die.

Katherine settled against the headboard, her back resting against the cool wood and picked up the novel she had left open on the nightstand, a romance novel that had been waiting patiently for her attention. The pages were soft under her fingertips. She began to read, the story weaving its spell around her, the outside world fading as she became immersed in the tale of two lovers navigating the complexities of trust and desire.

she said quietly. “I will learn what I must,” I answered. Then, because the world still turned while men argued over thrones, I leaned down and kissed Damien, a fierce, precise thing that wasn’t about wanting so much as an oath. It tasted like rain and iron and the small mercy of human warmth. He kissed me back, clumsy and devastating, like a man who’d never been allowed to do something purely for himself. It was not erotic in a way a reader might expect on a bed; it was intimate and alive, a contract in muscle and breath.

(My villa, my heart, my life. Isabella smiled, a true, deep, settled smile for the first time in years. The exotic vacation was over. The seduction was complete. But their equal romance, their fierce, shared passion, was only just beginning. They had planted their own seeds, and now they would wait, together, for the harvest. ______ …Chloe’s fingers linger on the edge of the page, a small smile already forming before she even finishes the last line… she exhales, softer this time…