Romantic Setup Novels & Stories

And the atmosphere was set, romantic, and with the rocking chairs that occupied either side of the table, perfectly completing the set-up, for the two of us, and as a romantic hopeless fool, I was already touched to tears. Next to use, was the fireplace, perfectly illuminating the space, adding a warm glow to the chilly winter night. And just then, a sweet aroma wafted through my senses, and I turned just in time to see the simmering pots over the outdoor stoves. He had cooked, prepared, dressed me, driven us there, allowed me to sleep, set everything, just the way I liked, just the way I had once fantasised, and, did you all expect my heart to remain unmoved, untouched? Sorry for disappoint

Romeo got down from the horse and carried Maria again, bridal style into the cabin. She couldn't believe her eyes. From the entrance of the cabin to the bed was lined with big scented candles that filled the whole cabin with its aroma. To the extreme left of the cabin was a red jacuzzi decorated with rose petals. In the middle of the room was a king-size bed, heart-shaped, layered with silk and covered in rose petals. To the right were the dining set, arranged with candles, the most expensive champagne, and different varieties of food. "Where do we go first, my love", Romeo said in a hoarse whisper.

"I couldn't leave my baby alone for too long without feeling uneasy." Butterflies erupted in my stomach, my eyes locking onto his. "For you," he said, offering me the roses. My heart skipped a beat as I took in the romantic gesture, the smile on my lips widening. As Dominic handed me the roses, our fingers touched and a spark of electricity coursed through my system. My skin tingled and I felt a flutter in my chest. I brought the roses to my nose, inhaling deeply and the heady scent filled my senses. I closed my eyes briefly, savouring the sweet fragrance.

She smiled again as she passed him. Chef had followed his instructions perfectly. Not only had she made an amazing meal for the two of them, but she had also arranged his trailer to be as romantic as possible during her off time. The table in the dining room was arranged with three purple candles in the center. Next, to the candles, there was a bouquet of a dozen red roses. Playing throughout the speakers was soft classical music. He wanted to make sure this dinner was special for one reason, and that was because he thought that every dinner with Bonnie should be special. She stopped in her tracks as soon as she saw the romantic set up. Then she turned around, her eyes wide with surprise. “Y

Lexi was down already, probably for the night, so hopefully she wouldn’t give her any more trouble like earlier. My friend outdid herself. There was no question about what this room had been set up for. The curtains were drawn closed. Red candles flickered around the room, and all the surfaces were adorned with short bouquets of blooming red roses. There was a bottle of champagne on ice and a tray of chocolate covered strawberries on one of the tables, too. It was very sweet of her to go all out with the romance theme. But neither Alex nor I cared about the wine or treats. He swept me up into his arms as soon as the door was closed, kissed me passionately and headed for the bed.

"Larry, are you sure that this plan will be work out?" "Of course, I saw that on many romantic movies. All the misunderstanding between them would be solved after they had calmed down and have the candle light dinner." "But they usually have the breakfast together but it didn't work out." "Because we are sitting on the table too and it is not romantic. The dark room which has only the light from the candle and the petals of Rose will make them soft their minds and submit to each other." "Haha! I didn't know that you would be a romantic person too."

ARIA’S POV Tony takes me to the proposal venue, a breathtakingly beautiful garden illuminated by twinkling fairy lights. The pathway is lined with rose petals, leading to a gazebo adorned with lush flowers in full bloom. The soft glow from lanterns hanging from the trees casts a romantic ambiance, and a small fountain nearby adds the soothing sound of trickling water. Hidden among the foliage, I spot the strategically placed cameras, their lenses glinting in the low light. The setting is picturesque, almost surreal, designed to be the perfect backdrop for a grand romantic gesture.

when I woke up it was 12 so immediately if I opened my cellphone if kiro had a text Kiro kiro: good morning kiro: are you awake? kiro: I'm fixing it about our wedding kiro: I'll take care of everything, just rest :) kiro: are you still asleep? joy: sorry kiro I fell asleep again. kiro: I will arrange our wedding where do you want the venue? joy: can we go to the beach while the sun goes down so we can see the sunset after all we both want to watch the sunset. kiro: ok, the reception at the beach is also over so I can see the starry night.

I wasn’t sure what was happening, but there was something in the way Adrian was acting that made me feel like something big was coming. “Okay, you can open them now,” he said, and when I did, my breath caught in my throat. We were standing in what could only be described as the most romantic setting I had ever seen. The room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, with white roses scattered across the floor. The scent of the flowers mixed with the faint aroma of vanilla candles, creating an atmosphere so intimate that I almost couldn’t believe it was real.

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”