Romantic Novel Excerpt Novels & Stories

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.

Anna felt her heart skip a beat and a smile stretched on her lips as she gazed at the fifty long-stemmed sparkling roses, an elegant satin ribbon wrapped around the stem. “It’s breathtaking,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “It is.” “I think there is a note,” Wendy pointed out. Anna slowly took the small paper from the middle of the flower under the curious eyes of everyone but before she could read it, it was snatched from her by Dali and Wendy and they both read it out loud together. “As this rose burns with red, so too does my passion for you.” They screamed, their voices traveling throughout the office. “Oh my God, that’s one poetic line.”

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

The words inside the book, originally rigid, sounded emotional when she read them, creating a deeply romantic atmosphere. Leon stood to the side, looking at the rigid book in his hand, his lips pursed without making a sound. The church fell into silence for nearly a minute. All the guests were looking at them. York Lena, feeling impatient, nudged Leon with her elbow, and only then did Leon speak, “The one I love is a young woman, like a lily of the valley amidst thorns.” What should come will come; there was no escaping it. He lowered his gaze, his grayish-brown eyes as dull as those of a dead person, devoid of any light.

Bradley informed instantly. BOOM **** In the dark of night with the stars shining brightly in the sky, a woman in the backyard was sitting on a chair with a book in her hand, lost in her own fantasy world. “Romeo and Juliet…” Two arms wrapped around her neck and murmured softly and she smiled. “I love classics…” She protested. “I know…” The man rubbed his nose over her soft neck and she closed the book, leaning back into his touch. “I would love to take you to bed now, but I am literally starving…” Jacob said embarrassedly and Emma laughed out loud.

So I’d brought actual recreational reading – the kind with swoony romance and emotional devastation instead of clinical diagrams. “Listen to this,” I said, looking up from my book. “He took her hands in his, his voice barely above a whisper: ‘I have loved you since the moment you stumbled into my library, covered in rain and righteous indignation. Will you do me the extraordinary honor of becoming my wife?’” “That’s terrible,” Alonzo said without looking up from his laptop. “It’s romantic!” “It’s predictable.” “Predictable can be comforting. Not everything needs to reinvent the wheel.”

I lean against the door frame, crossing my arms over the chest. “I don’t know, I picked this up from Bianca’s table in her office. It happened this book is actually a romance.” Showing me the cover of a half-naked man. “And since when you like reading a romance novel?” She barks into laughter. “I’m actually having fun. The guy is an asshole and the woman is a demure type.” “Uh, a stereotyped bad boy, playboy. I know you have a thing for that kind of guy.” I don’t know why suddenly I feel a pang in my chest. She’s already my wife, but still, I’m jealous of her imaginary guy.

"But I'm curious, what does romance mean to you?" Max leaned in closer to Chloe, his voice low and husky, as he whispered softly into her ear, "Romance is like the changing sky at dusk, with colors shifting and blending together to create something new and beautiful each time. It's like the dance of fireflies on a warm summer evening, a dazzling display that takes your breath away.” His words flowed like a gentle stream, carrying with them the promise of something sweet and special. Chloe felt her heart skip a beat, and a shiver ran down her spine like a gentle breeze on a summer day, as she turned away to hide the reddened flush on her cheeks.

Chapter 51 He picked her from the bed with no words and walked out of the room carrying her bridal style. Humanity kept watching them like they were posing for a cover of a popular romance movie. She was not the soft heroine of one of those romance books. She is a fighter, a virago who has made even the national criminals and worst underworld leaders to taste their own shit. But the handsome Romeo Ian Walkhart was the one and only person in the world who had the capacity of arising in her the romantic titillation which she did not know she possessed.

"For the first time in my life, I’m not looking for an exit. I’m just... here." ​Roman’s eyes darkened, that familiar, predatory hunger sparking in the depths of his pupils. He reached out, his thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip. "You’re here," he repeated, his voice dropping an octave. "And you’re mine." ​He leaned down, his mouth brushing hers in a kiss that was slow, tentative, and heavy with a month's worth of suppressed longing. Vivienne sighed into his mouth, her hands sliding up his chest to lock behind his neck, pulling him closer until there was no air left between them.