Romantic Short Novels & Stories

In my view, the world stretched beyond the confines of romantic love. I excelled in my studies and ventured into the business world. I possessed knowledge, had connections, and I'm on par with anyone else. Linda's attempts at sweetly belittling me had no effect. Just when it seemed like she wanted to say more, I waved my hand. "If you don't want to anger me further, please leave and let me rest." Linda fell silent instantly. After a long while, I heard the sound of her leaving as she pushed the door.

I stood on a flight of steps leading to an old settlement as it rained on me. I watched silently as Benjamin Gray, my fiancé, stood before Jennifer Robinson, who wore a wedding gown. Per local custom, he leaned close and passed her a heart-shaped pendant that he was biting. She shyly caught it with her mouth. Before she could do anything else, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. The friends and family surrounding them cheered and whooped at the sight.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Slowly, Elora lowered her hand and slid it onto Helena’s leg and began to inch it upwards until the short hem of her uniform exposed the white suspenders and stocking tops beneath it. Elora’s hand encircled Helena’s ass and slapped her asscheeks before grasping one of her cheeks tightly as they stood kissing each other seductively, passionately and breathlessly. Every single soul in the ward could tell that they weren’t just doing it for sure, the girls were in love with each other, and this wasn’t the first time they’d done something like this. The silence that prevailed in the room began to deteriorate as the patients found that their cocks were already starting to get hard, and their voic

The rain hammered harder against the roof. Cole leaned in first, his face close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from him, the scent of rain still clinging to his jacket. He didn’t touch his mouth to mine, but the space between us was almost nothing. Damien’s voice came low, almost a growl. “She is going to break.” Rylan’s lips curved in a slow smile. “Let her.” The intensity in their stares was almost physical. My breath came faster, the sound of it mixing with the steady rhythm of the rain. I felt the pull from all three directions at once, a dangerous, magnetic force I couldn’t deny.

I'm half-naked, with just a towel covering my genitals, I try to understand why I feel so strange. Is Ryan right? Am I falling in love with Harper? I shake my head hard. Contemplating that idea is utter stupidity. I can't fall in love with someone in just one weekend. Or can I? No! It's unlikely. You don't bond that strong in less than seventy-two hours. It's a complete cliché of the romantic comedies that I loathe so much! Shit! I have to find a way to stop thinking so much or I will go crazy.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

The cliffside mansion rose like something out of a dark romance novel, all glass and stone overlooking the crashing waves. I arrived at exactly 11 PM, my heart hammering as I clutched my portfolio. My name is Nova Ellis — twenty-four, unpublished romance writer with a drawer full of very spicy manuscripts I’d never shown anyone. Damien Cross opened the door himself. At thirty-six, he was even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip me bare with one look.

he growls, now pulling the seam of my shorts back and forth. “Ah, fuck yes. Don't stop that,” I breathed helplessly, loving the way my insides burned with need. Ace kept at his current movement, not relenting with the push and pull of my seam. My breathing fastened and my eyes closed as I focused on the way my shorts rubbed against my slits. “Ah–ah, please please, I'm–” Before the words could escape my lips, Ace released his grip on my seam, spanking me right after. My core clenched and unclenched as the wave of disappointment crashed over my body.

I said, as her hands curve around my back and pull me into her embrace. “Good, then kiss me.” She pouts. I am not a romantic husband. Heck, I am not a romantic man. Sarah knows that but for some reason, lately she keeps trying to pull it out of me. She lifts her heels so she is standing on her toes and I dip my head, my forehead grazing hers first before my lips touch hers, I take in the warm after taste of alcohol as my lips smooch hers, mild, quick and I withdraw. She let out a dragged sigh. “God, would it kill you to kiss me for longer than five seconds.” She snapped.