Romantic Novel Excerpt Novels & Stories

Our lips were moving in perfect rhythm. His hands stroked the side of my arms .His teasings generated a sudden heat in my frozen body. Feeling out of breath we broke apart and joined our heads. "Thanks for coming here with me Cindrella."he kissed tenderly on my forehead. "I don't want to miss any single moment The cold moon was adding fuel to the fire.Romancing with your lover in a old palace...I only read in my romantic novels but at that moment I was reliving with my true love.

" Victoria cried loudly and Anya could no longer feel her heartbeat. Everything blacked out and the only thing she heard was his laughter, the only thing she saw was his smile, the only thing she felt was his touch and the only thing she breathed in was his scent. To love is something but to sacrifice love itself for love is something she hadn't known until then. _____♡♡♥♥♡♡____ A/N So how was this chapter? I also tried a new style of prose. Hope you liked it. How much do you love Ronan now? My heart is breaking. 😣💔

Even the host had forgotten to speak. Matthew handed the roses to Christina, but feeling a sudden chill, she leaned back subconsciously, not taking his flowers. Matthew’s smile was warm as jade, and his voice was like the breeze in a spring rain. “Christina, I like you.” Christina could not help but shiver and rub the goosebumps on her arm. “Mr. Henderson, what do you like about me?” “Does one need a reason to like someone?” Matthew immediately began to flirt again.

She smiled and within a second held his hand. " Wow! They are soooo soft. "She giggled and walked like a child moving their locked hands back and forth. Rowan smiled at her; highly anticipated to get a glance of this petrichor who had managed to somewhere heal the drought of his heart. The darkness he loathed awarded him with the first romantic moment . The black ambiance couldn't hold back the fluttering hearts from experiencing something they were completely foreign to. They reached her room and simultaneously his phone started ringing.

I brush a strand of hair from her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I love you," I whisper. She stirs but doesn’t wake, and I force myself to pull away. My heart is heavy as I leave. - When I arrive at Alexander’s mansion, the sight takes my breath away. The front door opens before I can knock, and a butler ushers me inside. The has a soft golden glow. Candles line the table. Rose petals are scattered across the floor, leading to the table set for two. It’s intimate, romantic, and completely unexpected. My breath catches in my throat.

Their love is both tragic and resilient, a beacon of defiance against a world that seems determined to keep them apart. *“… There was a silent pause that flooded Jerome’s heart as he gazed at Annabel, her flowing gown a vision that made his pulse quicken …”* *“… ‘Why such a dreamy look, Jerome?’ Annabel teased, the wind playing with her golden hair as she stood on the balcony, her smile holding secrets only they shared …”* *“… ‘You shouldn’t be here, my lady,’ Jerome said, though his resolve melted as she stepped closer, the thin silk of her gown tracing her shape, filling his mind with thoughts he dared not speak …”*

The connection was electric, their love surging like a tidal wave. Alexander's lips grazed Roselyn's neck, his breath whispering against her skin. "You're exquisite," he murmured. Roselyn's response was a soft sigh, her body melting into his. Their love became a symphony of tender touches, soft whispers, and gentle caresses. Time dissolved, leaving only the rhythm of their hearts beating as one. In this sanctuary of love, they found solace; their hearts entwined like the vines outside. The world outside faded, leaving only the gentle rustle of leaves and the beat of their love.

I found myself telling him when really I wanted nothing more than to spend the whole day with him. Suddenly his lips were on mine and I found myself responding to his kiss. I opened my mouth allowing his tongue to explore mine. I was totally transfixed and before I knew it Roman had picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He began walking with me, I assumed he was taking me to my room until he sat me down on top of something cold. I pulled away from his kiss catching my breath, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Looking around I noticed this wasn’t my room, I had been completely hypnotised by his kiss that I hadn’t noticed the elevator doors closing and proceeding up to the penthouse sui

The small space we occupied became a haven where time seemed to stand still, and every touch, every kiss, resonated with an intensity that defied the world outside. In the heat of our passion, I seized a momentary pause in Marius's actions, allowing me to express my desires. "I want you, Marius," I confessed, the words hanging in the air like a sweet promise. The raw hunger in his eyes mirrored my own, and I knew that the culmination of our desires was inevitable. That place is now an intimate haven for our shared ecstasy, became the silent witness to a love unfolding during the rainstorm—a love that transcended physical boundaries and resonated with the unspoken language of the heart.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.