Romantic Short Novels & Stories

" I said as I drummed my fingers on the countertop, suddenly anxious. "Of course," she said, putting a hand on my hand to stop my fiddling. She speaks in this way that makes you think you're boring her, but she listens and she cares. And she knows how nervous I am lately about my fate and Finn's. "The app usually Matches people who have been together for a while. You and your prince charming will live happily ever after. Trust me." "A while," I echoed. "Huh?" She raised her eyebrows. "You said, 'a while.' We haven't really been dating for a while, and I–"

He stood over her, chest rising and falling, desire raw in his gaze. Slowly, he pulled his shirt over his head, muscles shifting under tanned skin. Jasmine’s breath caught at the sight: broad shoulders, hard chest dusted with dark hair, abs tight and defined. “Like what you see?” he teased, voice hoarse. She bit her lip, nodding. “Come here.” He knelt between her legs, hands running up her thighs, pushing the fabric of her shorts higher. His mouth followed, kissing along the sensitive skin, tongue flicking teasingly.

He is very smart and intelligent, more than a usual kid his age. -He is homeschooled and a tutor comes home to teach him. He is only talkative around his father. Micheal Williams -He is 26 years old and the best friend of Liam. -He is also Liam’s right hand at work and a private investigator. Luna Smiths -She is 25 years old. She is the girlfriend of Liam -A pretty face with bitchy soul. Leo hates her. Charlotte Miller -A famous model of New York. -She is 28 years old.

Ryden was the exception to a lot of rules. Ryden stepped forward, pulling me into a kiss. It was entertaining as hell, given he was shorter than I was, but the moment his lips were on mine, my brain shut down, the kiss fierce and assertive. Like he was going to try and kiss any doubts out of me. You know those romantic, like, five-minute kisses where they make your brain go empty? It was one of those. By the time he pulled away, my brain was officially mush, and I had forgotten anything and everything his friends could've said.

“She’s blushing! Maya is totally blushing!” “Rina,” I try to sound serious, “be nice.” “I am nice. I’m really nice. I’m the nicest.” Damian starts to wake properly. He stretches, yawns, and looks at me with soft eyes. “Hey.” “Hey.” He kisses me—not just on the cheek, but on the lips. It’s slow and warm. Rina makes a sound. “They’re at it again.” Damian pulls back. “At what?” “Being romantic. It’s gross. But, like, nice. I’m conflicted.”

she whispered. He reached out hesitantly. “Can I?” he asked. She nodded. His arms wrapped around her like a shield. She buried her face in his chest, letting herself breathe for the first time in days. --- The day slipped away in a haze. They didn’t talk about contracts or pretense—just stayed close. Fingers brushed. Smiles softened. It wasn’t perfect. But it was real. By evening, Damien took her hand. “Come with me.” “Where?”

she breathed, and she rose onto her toes to press her mouth to his. The kiss was not gentle. It was a collision, a culmination of years of suppressed longing and artistic tension. His arms wrapped around her, crushing her to him, and his mouth was demanding, hungry. He tasted of darkness and desire, a flavor so intoxicating she felt drunk on it. His tongue swept into her mouth, and she met it with her own, a fierce, claiming dance that left them both breathless.

When he sets me down, Dante offers a lighter, more gentle kiss, his hand crawling over the curve of my ass in this tight dress. "Let's go then," Dante mutters, pulling out the business card. "This place isn't too far away. We will make a quick appearance." "Can't wait to get you back in bed, baby," Ryder whispers, his warm exhale lacing ribbons around my throat. "You don't even know the amount of fun we're going to have tonight. I'm thinking of seven or eight." "Twelve, at least," Dante adds. Walking between them, I give them puzzled looks. "What are you talking about—twelve?"