Romantic Novel Excerpts Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

Holding the small novel in one hand, I lazily dragged my bare feet through the soft grass, feeling the warm breeze fluttering through my loose curls, the thin sunrays dancing in between the thick branches lightly caressing my bare shoulders and face as I strode straight towards my favorite, secluded place. Sitting on the same fallen log, I opened the book once again from where I had left off, quickly losing myself in the beautiful romance story. “...her heartbeat quickened, feeling his delicate fingers touch her bare skin, a burning fire erupting within her as his lips finally met hers, holding their passionate battle for dominance, his hard member-”

But for some reason, Emily didn't want to use that word this time, unlike in the romance novels she had read. Calvin crawled onto the bed with a smirk, and Emily, welcoming her husband with open arms, said, "I'll prove that this is not a canary or that ugly angry bird." Calvin's sharp gaze remained locked on the lovely face beneath him, which was currently filled with laughter. Without saying another word, Calvin stripped off Emily's dress, tossed it aside, as well as her other remaining garments. In the dim room, they resumed their lovemaking, admiring each other with growing passion. They allowed their desires to flow freely, undisturbed by any external factors. No words were spoken, only

Otherwise, we’ll get caught. But he has plans now. “What type of plans?” “I am going to sweep you away, wife.” ** The beginning of a romance is like the first note of a symphony, a promise of adventures to come and emotions to be explored. It's a magical moment when two souls cross paths in a universe full of possibilities. At that instant, time seems to stretch, and the world around fades away, leaving space only for the protagonists of this story about to be written.

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.

Flowers were placed on every table as well as candles, the floor was also covered with petals which swarmed around us with the wind giving it a magical aroma. “This, my beauty, is one of the best romantic spots here at New York. I figured since I ruined the night at the gala, might as well make use of it since the night is still young, and the two of us just got married; I believe that a night alone would be better” I said taking her hand in mine. I ran my thumb over her fingers, and slowly brought it to my lips, kissing her knuckle. Natalia smiled and bit her bottom lip, the action alone made her look innocently cute as it came out looking natural.

The mansion's corridors seemed to elongate as he traversed them, heading toward the rendezvous awaiting him in the secluded backyard. As they approached, a romantic tableau unfolded before Francisco's eyes. The air was infused with the sweet scent of roses, their petals scattered like a carpet under the soft glow of strategically placed lights. The ambiance, a calculated blend of allure and elegance, cast Lilith in an even more seductive light.

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 …”*

When a soft knock comes on the door, Cameron doesn't bother looking up since it was going to be Rosa. "Dinner is ready" Rosa announced as she stepped into the room "I don't have an appetite" Cameron's eyes were glued to the book which only made Rosa frown and so she took long steps towards her and ripped the book out of her hand. "What are you doing?" Closing the book, Rosa shook her head, with everything that's happening to her life, she still couldn't believe Cameron can stomach all the crazy in romance books. They were overly exaggerated and made falling in love seem so harmless. Rosa could disagree with all of them, seeing Cameron suffering and how the late Alpha killed his wife was evi