Romantic Novel Excerpt Novels & Stories

Then he kissed his wife, who answered with a sweet smile and came out like a knight of the Holy Order at the door of the salon, from darkness to light, from sadness to joy, like a true nobleman full of parental love to his scent, the heir to the titles parents, a knight, strong in his father's court or among the great ladies who were ashamed of the brilliance of this demigod, but a vulnerable spider on the field of honor, crushed in his great duels by the great trumpets of the show, amazed by the swords that fluttering in flashes and a baltag like a mad cyclops hitting his chest, so well ends a volume of romantic stories in blood and death, but only now reveal the actors and the beautiful ar

The limited edition first print novel caught her eye. "These novels?" "Yes, I bought them especially for you. I hope you like them-" "How did you know that I like reading romance novels?" Xevia was stunned looking at the handsome face that was only illuminated by the moonlight. "Literally all woman does like romance novels?" Alarick stammered. "Ahhh... you're right. Anyway thanks, Alarick. I really like these surprises." Xevia planted a warm kiss on Alarick's cheek and lips. The man looked back at her warmly, and then kissed her lips.

"Pride and Prejudice. Jane Eyre. The Great Gatsby." I turned to him, tears instantly filling my eyes. "You cut up first editions?" "I had duplicates," he shrugged, though his eyes were gentle. "I wanted her to sleep under the stories you love. I wanted her to dream in words." I choked out a sob. It was the most romantic, destructive, incredibly Alexander thing he had ever done. "It's beautiful," I whispered. "It's perfect." He let out a breath he’d been holding. He walked over to the rocking chair in the corner—a massive, plush velvet chair that was clearly sized for him, not me.

As I held it in my hands, a surge of anticipation coursed through me. "I wonder what's in you," I said as I settled onto the plush cushions of the nearby armchair, cradling the book in my lap. Opening it gently, I was greeted by intricate illustrations and delicate handwriting that seemed to dance across the page. The words on the page weaved a tale of forbidden love and dark desires. It was a dark romance, filled with passion and danger, a story that both intrigued and captivated me. I was instantly drawn into the world of the characters, their struggles, and their yearning for a love that defied the odds.

“We’re just discussing literature. Nothing to be afraid of dear.” “I know, Professor,” she whispered, cheeks burning. Her modest white sundress suddenly felt really thin to her. “It’s just… some of these passages are very… vivid.” Ryan leaned down, his breath warm against her ear as he reached past her to turn the page of the open book. “That’s the beauty of it. Desire hidden beneath propriety. The way a single touch or glance can awaken something primal.” His fingers brushed the side of her neck. “Tell me, sweet girl… have you ever felt that kind of desire?”

The evening wind brushed softly against the curtains of Daisy's apartment, carrying the scent of jasmine and rain. She had just poured herself a glass of wine when the doorbell echoed through the silence. Her heartbeat hitched.. no one ever visited her at this hour. She walked to the door, barefoot, her silk robe brushing the floor. When she opened it, her breath caught. "It was Romeo"..... He stood there, rain-damp and rugged, eyes darker than she remembered. The storm outside seemed to follow him in.

So I dealt with the heat alone until it passed. Even remembering it now makes my jaw tighten. Lost in thought, I don’t notice where I’m going. I walk straight into someone. The impact makes me stumble back, and the book slips from my hands, falling to the ground. “Oh—I’m sorry. I didn’t see you,” I say quickly, already bending down to pick it up. I'm just leaving the garden after reading. The novel in my hands has completely pulled me in these past few days. It is a romance story, it's full of devotion, softness, the kind of love that chooses you and stays.

His voice must me angelic and equals his limitless beauty. I desire the long desired mate bond. The unexplainable love shared by mate. The undying romance. His romantic gestures towards me. I desire everything!. His hot breath heaving over my sensitive neck. He tongue romancing my lips whenever we kiss or s*x.. I desire them all So I really pray he awakens. *** A loud growl pull me off my fantasy. I instantly fall roughly to the ground. My spines smash with a heavy thud. I wince.

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

She is my other half—the part of me I never knew was missing until I found her. Alessandra pulls away slightly, her eyes locking onto mine with a mischievous glint. She smiles, a smile that can light up the darkest days, before she whispers, “Let’s go in.” The inside of the yacht is beautifully decorated for this special occasion. Candlelight flickers, casting a warm glow around us. Red roses are scattered, their fragrance filling the air. The comfy bed awaits, as if it were meant for this moment alone. It feels like a scene from a dream, a perfect setting for the love we are about to share.