Romantic Novel Excerpts Novels & Stories

DARK ROMANCE "I told you, every breath you'd take, I would be aware of it," he said moving closer towards her making her take a step back. Her heart was palpitating wildly unable to withstand the intensity his eyes hold which made her eyes to move down on their own. He took one more step and she again backed away. "Didn't I, Roshanay?" he cocked his brow, his hand itching to grasp her neck. One more step by him and now her back touched the wall. She had now nowhere to go and dread was creeping up her nerves.

“I don’t want beige anymore. I want to be… swept off my feet, mad with desire, crazy in love.” “Is that right?” “Yes. Grand romantic gestures,” she laughed. “I want flowers, and chocolates, and romantic dates. I want flower petals on the bed, and candlelight and lingerie. I want… Sorry,” she apologised, pulling away from him. “I am sorry, Owen. I didn’t mean… I mean, not that what we had wasn’t…” “It is okay,” he pulled her back against him and pressed his lips to her forehead. “I am not insulted. I guess I wasn’t really romantic. I don’t think I ever bought you flowers… or any of those things.”

But here I was, drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the pull of her magnetic charm. As I stepped inside the cabin, the warmth of the fire greeted me, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows upon the walls. Rose's eyes sparkled with excitement as she embraced me, her lips meeting mine in a fervent kiss that ignited a fire within me. In that moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of us entwined in a dance as old as time itself. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the rhythm of our lovemaking a testament to the passion that burned between us.

Each time the moonlight caught the diamond, it sparkled. The world around me had transformed. It was as if love had painted everything in vivid colors, making even the simplest of things appear extraordinary. The trees lining the road seemed taller and greener, their leaves whispering secrets of eternal love. The gentle breeze carried with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers, as if nature itself was celebrating our union. I thought back to the romance novel I had read earlier on. Would this be the start of my romance story?

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 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.

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.

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.

She said giving me a sternly look. I hate it whenever she does that, but then after much corrections she still didn't change. I got tired of it, and let her be. "OK bye guys." I said as I stood up and make my way towards the door. "Oh and yeah, Kelvin, I will give you a call, and don't you worry, I will make sure to pay your fees before your exams." I said and the dashed out quickly in a hurry to meet up with Sammy. The excitement on my face was evident, my love for Sammy was one I could never explain. How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate.

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® @Paranormal @Romance MR. GORGEOUS Two weeks flew by... The sun shone brightly..the wind blew caressing each skin. Roxanne stood on the balcony of the library, her eyes fixed on the book on her hands. It was too abnormal to her.. she was reading a paranormal story, something she has never read before. It was all about Wolf's. She sighed and closed the book. The book title was; A DEMON IN LOVE