Romantic Short Novels & Stories

"Shhh...calm down...I'm all yours, Camellia." He said and caressed her hair which was resting on her back. He wanted to take a sniff of her long hair but since his wrists were tied and she was smooching out his face, not that he is complaining...he could not have a sniff of her hair. "Wow." He said as she slowly moved down and kissed his neck. He could feel butterflies dancing in his stomach and his heart was running a marathon as if it wanted to win...win as if a heart attack.

The water was sparkling under the moonlight. "Come here." Romano said, motioning me to follow him. I walked up to him and tilted my head up, observing the stars that glittered brightly above me. Romano pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder. "Beautiful, isn't it?" He asked. "Yes." I whispered, snuggling closer to him. "You know," he said, stroking my hair softly, "even though I've been with you for almost five years, I still can't believe how much I love you."

In this intimate moment, their surroundings fade into oblivion as their focus narrows solely on each other. The romantic encounter between Terry and Nora envelops them, momentarily causing them to forget about everything else. Time seems to stand still as they share a connection that transcends words, their hearts and souls entwined in the dance of their emotions. In this shared space of affection and vulnerability, they find solace and a sense of belonging, their worlds merging into one.

Romario's gaze dropped to my lips, his breath catching. "I'll be your girlfriend," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Romario's eyes snapped back to mine, a spark igniting. "Or anything you want," I added, my voice laced with promise. His face broke into a radiant smile. "Anything?" he repeated, his voice low and husky. I nodded, my fingers tightening around his neck. Romario's lips brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine. "Yes," he whispered, his breath mingling with mine. "I'll take everything."

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.

Ryan brought the thong to his nose, sniffing it deeply. “You smell good, Rita” she blushed. The air already felt thick with lust. Kent whispered hotly into Kiara’s ear again, his hand now sliding dangerously below her thigh, right under her dress “You’re so fucking wet right now, aren’t you?” Kiara shivered and nodded slightly, too turned on to deny it.

The moment he caught sight of her, he yanked her into his arms, babbling senselessly. "Charlotte, I'm so glad you've come back to me at last, after all this time… I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you happy… I swear you'll have nothing but the very best… that's why I've spent five years learning how to sweet-talk a woman, buy her gifts… I'm a good kisser, now! I'll be so good to you! I'll make you feel like the luckiest woman who ever lived! So, please… say you'll be mine, won't you? I really, really, really like you…"

“Hey, beautiful. If you’re listening to this, then I’m gone and Remy is playing this message for you. I know, it's a little strange to hear my voice after I’m gone. It’s going to be really hard without me. But Remy and Kai are there for you. Lean on them when you get sad, lonely, want to cry, or, hell, want to laugh. Want a date to dinner? Call them. When you need to feel muscular arms around you or something more, call on them. People are going to pressure you to get back out there, but I know you. You don’t need strangers, you need the familiar. With that, I give you permission to be happy. I believe one of these two jokers is the right man for the job. I trust them. They promised me they

“This is different. This is man-related.” I shrugged, playing it cool. “Maybe.” She gasped. “Did he finally say he loves you?” I rolled my eyes. “He’s been saying that for weeks.” “Did he do something romantic?” “Define romantic.” She huffed, impatient. “Rosa, just tell me!” I held out my hand. Let her see. Let her process. It took about two seconds before she screamed. An actual ear-piercing, window-shaking, someone-might-call-the-police scream.

"I mean because the man I want you to marry is the one you love and love you but instead of that... you ended up marrying me. Your one and only gay best friend." "Rather than me marrying that Owen! It's better that I marry you. Don't you want to?" "Of course, you're better off, you're not toxic like the other girls and boys there! Then if we live together in the same house, we won't have any problems." "I thought about that too! And when we find the one, the one we were meant to be, we can get divorced right! Isn't easy??" I smiled at him. "Yes, it is!" How many times did we catch up and laugh?