Romantic Prompts Novels & Stories

HEY GUYS, I'VE DECIDED TO START POSTING LITTLE POEMS WHICH I WROTE DURING THE COURSE OF WRITING THIS STORY. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. ROMANCE What is romance, yeah yeah yeah Where is romance Isn't it here? Is it a knight in shinning armor Can I ever see it? Can I ever experience it? I want my own romance With my most romantic fantasy Filled with dreams that May not come to pass But I can't stop fantasizing

’ ‘A bad situation,’ he broke in, watching the colour of her eyes change with mood and thought. ‘A promise,’ she replied softly. ‘Now if we are to stroll aroimd the gardens, we must go soon. I believe you 11 have to practise the art of wooing me amongst the bushes where all the other lovers meet. That is the man s job, isn’t it? I don’t believe in the wo man having to do the chasing.’ ‘You want romance?’ His eyebrows shot up in query.

I asked as he shivered, looking into my eyes with lust and hunger. “There’s this attraction I have towards you,I don’t know how to explain it,I ….I…. just know that I want you and nothing will stop me ” he replied before kissing his way down my neck,my breasts and my stomach. .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. “You’re beautiful” I whispered, kissing her nape……..and carrying her to the bed before depositing her on it. I don’t know why it’s like a magnet, pulling me towards her.

We're about to step into a scene that could only be described as magical, right out of a Disney movie—specifically, a blend of all the stories I've grown up loving. The archway we stand beneath is a tapestry of intricate floral designs, reminding me of the enchanted rose in "Beauty and the Beast." But instead of a single rose, it's a lush explosion of colors—scarlet reds, gentle pinks, and pure whites—all interwoven with twinkling fairy lights that could make Tinker Bell green with envy. The arch seems to say, 'This love, like the enchanted rose, will defy time.'

I smiled, wallowing in those same fantasies that had only haunted me. For a year, since I turned 18, I had been daydreaming about the day we would meet our mate and how I would get struck by his manly pheromones, which would capture every part of my being and pull us towards each other. How he would hold my hands, stare into my eyes passionately, and tell me my suffering is over.

He could feel the aphrodisiac's effects intensifying, each step pushing him closer to the edge of his control. He followed the trail until he reached a hidden nook within the mountains, a place so breathtakingly beautiful that it seemed almost unreal. The area was a secluded haven, perfect for a couple on a honeymoon. The ground was carpeted with soft, vibrant moss, and delicate, luminescent flowers lined the edges, their petals glowing faintly under the moonlight. A crystal-clear stream trickled nearby, its gentle flow adding a soothing melody to the quiet night. Above, the canopy of trees parted just enough to reveal the starlit sky, with the moon casting its silver rays over the serene la

‘Tonight I can give you anything you want. ‘Anything?’ Lovely checked. ‘Oh, yes.’ And if he was offering perfection, then she would take it. ‘I want to see Rome at night—with you.’ ‘It’s not dark yet.’ He could suggest a guided tour of his body—a very luxurious one, of course—but then he looked into her china-blue eyes. ‘I want some romance with my one-night stand.’ ‘But I don’t do romance.’ ‘Try it,’ Lovely said. She didn’t want some bauble in the morning and so she named her price. ‘For one night.’

Gabby told me it was staged, and she told me Damian was drugged but I can’t stop the aching thought that hits me like a punch to the chest: That should be me in his arms. Instinctively, I reach for his ring, again. I miss him so much it physically hurts. I can’t look at these images anymore. With trembling fingers, I delete them. But I can’t delete the way they made me feel. I can’t stop imagining what it would be like if I were the one in his arms, if he were touching me like that, loving me like that. That is what I want. Everything. I want him on one knee, proposing somewhere quiet and beautiful. I want him to pull me into his arms and kiss me until I can’t breathe. I want to fall asleep

He is the romantic one,' I said teasingly. 'You know that is a big lie. You might not be as romantic as Roman but I love you just the way you are,' she said returning my smile. 'Are you trying to make me feel better by saying that?' I asked tracing her bottom lip with my finger. 'I am not having this conversation with you again, Roy. If you are looking for compliments go somewhere else to find it,' Raven said pushing my hand away. 'That is probably a good suggestion you know. I could simply ask for girls to be gathered from packs you know beautiful curvy ones and get them to stay in a room with me and ask them to compliment me,' I said.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."