Romantic Novel Excerpts Novels & Stories

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.

In the quiet of the night, surrounded by the whispers of the wind and the rustle of leaves, Axel and Hazel embraced the promise of a slow burn romance that was waiting to blossom in the quiet spaces between their hearts. And as they lingered in the park, hearts entwined and souls laid bare, Axel and Hazel knew that their journey together was just beginning, a love story that was waiting to unfold in the gentle rhythm of their shared moments, the quiet whispers of their hearts leading them on a path of discovery, connection, and the unspoken magic of a romance that had blossomed from the depths of their intertwined souls.

Roman's presence was a constant source of comfort and joy, his deep voice soothing to my soul. Between bites, Roman reached across the table and gently caressed my hand. His touch sent a surge of electricity through me, reminding me of the passion we shared beyond the confines of this meal. Our gazes locked, and for a moment, the world around us faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of us in this cocoon of love.

It is a sanctuary where love flourishes, a haven where dreams come alive. In this haven of love, the glass-walled floor, the beautifully decorated table, and the enticing bed all blend seamlessly to create a bedroom-like atmosphere. The romantic ambiance, infused with the intoxicating scent of roses, sweeps us away into a world of pure enchantment. It is within these carefully curated surroundings that Abigail and I will embark on our date before forever, where we will bask in the glow of our love and create memories that will be cherished for a lifetime.

A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.

My breath caught. He walked towards me, his eyes never leaving mine, the world around us blurring into the background noise. “You look breathtaking, my love,” he said, his voice low and sincere as he took my hand. I placed my other hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under my palm. “You look handsome too, baby.” He chuckled, leading me toward the table set for two. Candles flickered between the crystal glasses, the scent of vanilla and jasmine drifting with the breeze. It was perfect—romantic, intimate, like something out of a dream.

(My villa, my heart, my life. Isabella smiled, a true, deep, settled smile for the first time in years. The exotic vacation was over. The seduction was complete. But their equal romance, their fierce, shared passion, was only just beginning. They had planted their own seeds, and now they would wait, together, for the harvest. ______ …Chloe’s fingers linger on the edge of the page, a small smile already forming before she even finishes the last line… she exhales, softer this time…

Nelly felt Adel’s life pulse around her, her heart soaring with him into a world of dreams and passion. They exchanged soft whispers, words like perfume, seeping into the depths of Nelly’s soul: “Every moment with you… is a new life… Every glance from you sets my heart aflame, making me see the world in a whole new way…” Adel smiled, unable to resist the warmth flowing from Nelly’s proximity. She brushed a strand of hair from her face, then leaned closer until their faces touched, their eyes embracing, as if declaring to the world: Here, between us, exists a pure love, a love that burns with a flame that will never die.

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.