Romantic Short Novels & Stories

“You can leave any time.” Oh my God. A frat party? I read about these during my new adult romance binge. What would it be like to see one in real life? There could be dancing, fist fights, people making out. What if I just peek in for a second, just to put images to the words I’ve read? Then I’ll leave and go home to my Russian. Already I miss him so much, my chest feels like it’s been trampled. “Okay,” I say slowly. “Just for a few minutes.”

It was a cool spring night. As we started our drive home, a fine mist of rain started to fall upon the windshield of our car. My lover leaned toward me, kissing me gently on the cheek and then rested her head on my shoulder. We had just left our favorite restaurant and were just enjoying each other's company. It was her thought that we were heading home. As our car passed under the streetlights, I watched the shadows travel across her beautiful legs and then over her smooth, soft chest. She was dressed in a short, black mini skirt with a high slit over her left thigh.

“The one you called cold and intimidating.” The short distance made their breaths caress each other. They exchanged warmth even without significant contact. Only their eyes locked as Lucas revealed his honesty. “As usual, there's always an exception for everything.” *

She asked when he was done. Like she had done, he held the phone out for her to read it. Mi amor. She cocked a brow. "Spanish makes everything more romantic or so I was told." She laughed. "Don't forget to send it, Madeline." "I won't. I promise." Satisfied, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She recoiled, her eyes asking him what he was doing. "Friends kiss on the cheek." He threw in a wink for an added effect, turned and headed out.

He stumbled forward, and in that split second, our lips grazed—just a fleeting touch, a spark that sent a shock through my entire body. Time seemed to freeze. The world outside the room, the argument, everything disappeared. All that existed was the brief, electric contact between us. We both stood there, motionless, our faces just inches apart. My heart pounded in my chest, and for the first time, I couldn’t tell if the heat between us was from anger or something else entirely.

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

Daisy asked Ahaz in a whisper. “Tim and Jordan.” Both of them chuckled silently. “Which one of you is jumping so highly?” Mr Colt gritted his teeth, hiding his pink cheeks and trying to act bold. “No no, it’s okay, Mr Colt. It’s good anyway. We’d try romance this time.” Mrs Lovely blinked and turned her attention towards the students. “Let’s take Romeo and Juliet’s story. It’s short and an inspirational romance, after all, is it good?” “Yes, yes!”

"But I'm curious, what does romance mean to you?" Max leaned in closer to Chloe, his voice low and husky, as he whispered softly into her ear, "Romance is like the changing sky at dusk, with colors shifting and blending together to create something new and beautiful each time. It's like the dance of fireflies on a warm summer evening, a dazzling display that takes your breath away.” His words flowed like a gentle stream, carrying with them the promise of something sweet and special. Chloe felt her heart skip a beat, and a shiver ran down her spine like a gentle breeze on a summer day, as she turned away to hide the reddened flush on her cheeks.

Seeking gratification before marriage was forbidden, and even then, her focus should be on her husband’s release, not her own. But she liked the way goosebumps spread across her skin as her fingers moved. She watched, transfixed, as her soft nipples hardened to rosy peaks beneath her touch. Her boldness grew as did her desire. She pinched her left nipple and startled at the sound that escaped her. A moan. Soft, breathless, unfamiliar. She had never made that sound before. She loved it. Heat bloomed inside her, spreading through her chest and settling low in her belly. Her breathing grew shallow, her chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath. Her cheeks were dusted with the prettiest

It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish. When he finally released me, we were both panting. "You love me," Francis said, locking eyes with me, each word deliberate as if willing it to be true. "You'll keep loving me. The drugs are irrelevant." I could not help but laugh. "Francis, who are you kidding?" Francis acted like he did not hear me. He just stood up and smoothed out his suit. "You're getting out tomorrow. Come stay at my place." "That's not my home," I said.