Romantic Short Stories Novels & Stories

She had been so cold for so long, and now she could feel a burning desire rushing through her, bright and overwhelming. When he lay back on the bed and spoke her name into the quiet, something inside her stirred, soft at first and then insistent. His awareness of her felt like a hand brushing against her soul. Every time he shifted, every time his breath changed, she thought it rippled through her, a quiet pull that made her drift closer without quite meaning to.

"This should have been the setting for your first time and I just felt bad. It should have been sweet and romantic and all that shit." "Wait, tomorrow is the seventh day." Royce wagged his finger. "Who said we're doing it now?" Royce grinned before pointing at the romantic candle light set up. "I will make this night and tomorrow special before I ravish you completely." And he did exactly what he said. He made her feel like a special girl. Like she's the luckiest woman in the world and by the time the seven days are up. Royce made love to her body.

The only sounds were the flipping of pages and the soft clicks from Eli’s keyboard. But Damon couldn’t leave things alone for long. He stretched and let out a small groan as his shirt lifted a little, showing a bit of skin. “Ugh, Romanticism. So dramatic. You already give me enough of that.” Eli didn’t look up. “Then maybe you should switch partners.” “Tempting,” Damon said. “But I like the view here.” Eli breathed out through his nose and tried not to smile — but his stomach flipped anyway.

“But there is something I want to do.” Before I can ask, Asher’s lips lock with mine, a passionate, loving kiss engulfing the two of us into our own world. Without breaking the spell, he scoops down and wraps his arms around my waist. In a twist, the romantic gesture becomes clear. Romantic scenes in stories always seemed like just that: stories. But Asher picks me up off the ground, spinning me around as he continues to keep our lips together. I feel as though I’m on cloud nine, being swept off my feet as goosebumps cover my skin.

She didn’t like the way her thoughts were going, but they wouldn’t stop. Let’s face it, it’s got all the classic ingredients of a holiday fling. Exotic setting, two adults who fancy each other, and opportunity. And what happens to holiday romances once you get on the plane ? The knock at the door sounded like bombs dropping. ‘Who is it?’ ‘Guy.’ She walked on eggshells to the door. He was all fresh, showered and smelling of shaving things. He wore a white polo shirt that made him look like an advertisement for suntan lotion.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

he whispered. Meera snuggled closer, completely spent but deeply satisfied. In Alexander’s arms, she felt safe, loved, and utterly claimed. Their story had begun as forbidden desire between a powerful man and his young maid. Now, it was becoming something much deeper — a love that refused to be denied.

Hearing her lover's story immediately made her sadness disappear, she even asked Raymond to tell her one by one the love stories he had read. "You can read it yourself, I'll bring the book tomorrow." Lazy to tell the story, Raymond asked Ara to read it herself. "Ah, no fun." Annoyed. Seeing Ara lying down made Raymond annoyed so he had no choice but to tell his lover all the love stories he had read. "Okay, okay, don't sleep yet," Ara got up then sat up and rested her head on the headboard. In China, the famous love story is Sampek Engtay, a love story that ends in death, just like Romeo and Juliet and Laila and Majnun.

Her kiss was desperate and trembling, like she’d been holding back for too long. Anna didn’t waste a second. I felt her hand slip down, her fingers wrapping around my c*ck, pumping it with deliberate strokes until my knees nearly buckled. Then, she dropped to her knees and took me into her warm mouth. “F*ck!” I gasped, my lips still locked onto April’s, as I circled her nipples with my finger, teasing until she let out a shaky whimper against my lips. "I never stopped loving you, never stopped desiring you," April's words quivered into my mouth.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.