Romantic Online Novels & Stories

" What am I going to do now? should I apologise or what?" " Yes you should and make it romantic" Mr DiCaprio "Michael does the gym offer still open?"

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

When I first saw the barrage, I was a bit dazed. Standing outside the basketball court, I looked at the scrolling comments in the air. Slowly, the pieces started to fall into place. According to the messages, I was nothing more than a minor supporting character in a campus romance novel, and my online chat partner, Jedediah Merritt, was the male lead. I looked down at the love letter in my hands. It all made sense now. No wonder his replies to my messages had been so slow and indifferent these past few days, with hints of irritation. He had mixed me up with someone else from the start, thinking I was the female lead, Georgia Roberts.

she said. "I won't, " I replied. That seemed to surprise her. I walked to the windows overlooking the grounds. Everything outside looked still and perfect. Perfect things can be watched. "Daniel is inside the company, " I said. "The woman from your past is outside.. Now there's a third player." "The driver, " she said. "Yes, " I replied. "Someone younger, which means they're expanding." Her arms wrapped lightly around herself. "This feels like a game to them."

The content was written in red ink: “Hello dear gamers. Congratulations. This is a special invite to join the real action gaming program we’ve been building for years. It has officially launched, and we’d like to invite you as one of our players. Details below; 1. Participants are required to be couples. 2. They are to stay in one house for the entire show, which lasts three months. 3. This is a sensual game. Meaning everything about it will be explicit— “Hell no,” I blurted out. “I’m not in.”

I was a bit wary of online dating scams but I decided to take a chance. I enthusiastically said hello, and for the first couple of minutes, it was just small talk like favourite colours, likes and dislikes, and that sort of thing. She saw my profile picture and asked if it was really me, and I told her it was indeed. Understandably she was cautious as you should be. She made me feel flushed with sexual excitement when she said I was gorgeous, which I quickly assured her the feeling was mutual.

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

I was drowning in it, caught in a feverish heat I couldn't control—a scent that was terrifying, suffocating, and infuriatingly seductive. I hated him. I hated myself. And more than anything, I hated the karma that left me powerless against him simply because I was born an Omega. My fists balled tight as the raw, suffocating frustration finally snapped something inside me. My pride refused to take this sitting down. Throwing caution to the wind, I opened the floodgates and let my own pheromones surge out into the room. The moment my scent hit the air, his head snapped up and our eyes locked.

I was minding my own business and was burying myself in an old book found at the bookstore when my phone chimed. With a notification. From HarmonyMatch. I groaned, dreading opening the message, but I did anyway. "Miss Vivienne Skye Harper, Congratulations on your eligibility to join the Matching! The ceremony will happen on the 3rd of October at a local HarmonyCenter assigned to you after registration. Your participation in this program is not only a personal opportunity for a fulfilling life but also a contribution to the greater good of our society. Strong families are the cornerstone of a prosperous and harmonious future, and your involvement will play a crucial role in achieving this vis

“Use this one. It has history in the forums. Nothing flashy, but known. Safe enough.” She clicked in. Her profile was automatically populated: submissive, newly returned, seeking pain and punishment. Dominique let out a breath. “Guess I’m in character.” “No,” Damien said, eyes glinting. “That’s the danger. You already are the character.” Messages poured in within seconds. Text-only entries, no profiles, no traceable IPs. Just hungry questions. How obedient are you, Lamb? Would you bleed for your handler? Do you remember what the dark smells like?