Romantic Sayings For Her Novels & Stories

"He's my favorite, everything he said touched me to my core ... it's amazing how someone has so much wisdom that many can relate to ... I will be waiting here ... for your silence to break, for your soul to shake, for your love to wake." His voice soothed her ear, and his words made the hairs on her arms stood up. She smiled, "Is that another quote of his?" "Yeah, do you want to hear some more? I've memorized so many of them." "Are you trying to seduce me with poetry?" she laughed lightly. He chuckled, "I'm romanticizing you because you deserve to hear beautiful things, and Rumi had taken all the right words out of me ... I think I'm a few hundred years too late to be a poet."

Her pouty lips are shimmering, begging to be kissed. All I want is to kiss her, and worship her- every inch of her. “Even the first flower of spring that blossoms cannot match your beauty, nor the first ray of the morning light, Mi Amor. You are the reason the word perfect was created.” I murmur quietly, my deep voice sounding deeper, although I’m trying to keep it low. She gasps and I know it’s because of what I called her. It might be a common phrase… but I have not used it before… ever. But it is befitting of her.

she whispers, her cheeks flushing red. “You think murder is romantic?” I raise an eyebrow. “No,” she frowns, sounding unsure of herself. “But protecting me. You care about me, that's romantic, I think.” “I love you.” I remind her, because sometimes I feel she forgets or doubts my love for her, she has no idea how deep it runs.

“Alessandra, ever since I saw you, I knew you were the one for me. I felt an unexplainable connection that only grows stronger with every moment we spend together. You are my heart’s desire, my greatest inspiration, and the love I never knew I needed.” Her eyes glisten with tears, and I can see the emotions washing over her, reflecting the same feelings coursing through me. “Every smile you give me lights up my world, and every laugh makes me believe in magic. Your strength, kindness, and beauty have captured my heart completely. I can’t imagine a future without you by my side.” I pause, taking a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment and the love I have for her. She is everything to

ROMAN. For a moment, she simply took them in. Every person who had chosen to stand here tonight. Emotion flickered across her features. Love. The kind that only existed when you truly cared about the people standing before you. When she finally spoke, her voice carried effortlessly across the grounds. "I've spent the last week trying to think of the perfect thing to say." A few soft chuckles rippled through the crowd. Octavia smiled. "And, unfortunately, I discovered that perfection is wildly overrated."

She wound up touching the side of her lip, beaming and proud of the engraved smile that had become somewhat permanent. When it was time for her to give her vows, she said, "Handsome, don't worry. We aren't that old yet. In fact, you never made me feel any different. That's how I know, your love is the purest and I could never thank you enough for showering me with so much."

“I like it.” Something about the way she said it, the warmth, the certainty, hit me harder than I expected. My chest tightened, words slipping out before I could stop them. “I love you.” Her eyes widened slightly. I rubbed the back of my neck with my good hand, nervous laughter bubbling out. “I know that’s probably too soon to say that.” She smiled slowly, the kind that felt like sunrise. “For a romance writer,” she whispered, stepping closer, “it’s never too soon.”

Our eyes found each other’s and we both let out breathy laughs. “You are bloody amazing, Dean Ryan.” I couldn’t stop the words from rolling out of my mouth. “So are you, my queen.” _______ Thanks for reading! ~Chris xx.

His words, though spoken within the confines of a royal carriage, felt like an intimate exchange between two souls finding solace in each other. "Liam," I replied, my voice a gentle echo in response to his romantic overture, "your words are a balm to wounds I thought would never heal. In this unpredictable journey, your presence is a guiding light, and the connection we share feels like a thread woven into the tapestry of fate."

“What do you want?” “You know what I want, sweetheart.” “Oh, get lost!” she cried her eyes finally adjusting to the light and she flung aside her bed aside to peep in the opposite house outside her window. It was of course the house of her caller. But she could see no movement around and she nearly bumped into her wardrobe. Damn Adam Crighton! Damn him to hell and may he never come back. It was the only way he had concocted to get her attention. “How can I? I haven’t said the three magic words yet. I love … you, Rhea.”