Novel & Cerita Romantic Stories To Read

Raven The water beats down around us, hot and heavy, but all I feel, taste and know is him. Damian's kiss is rough, claiming, shattering every thought and fear, pulling me deeper, stripping away all my control until I'm left with only the burn of his mouth on mine.

“Did you just cheat on your girlfriend with me?” “Relax, Raven. I’m single and you know that. What you don't know though is that you are the only girl I want to kiss, birthday or not. I couldn't help staring at your lips earlier. That and the fact that you look so beautiful while sleeping I feel guilty about waking you up.” Is the world coming to an end? Niklaus is confessing his feelings to me? Niklaus is saying sweet words to me? I want to scream. This can't be happening.

So I’d brought actual recreational reading – the kind with swoony romance and emotional devastation instead of clinical diagrams. “Listen to this,” I said, looking up from my book. “He took her hands in his, his voice barely above a whisper: ‘I have loved you since the moment you stumbled into my library, covered in rain and righteous indignation. Will you do me the extraordinary honor of becoming my wife?’” “That’s terrible,” Alonzo said without looking up from his laptop. “It’s romantic!” “It’s predictable.” “Predictable can be comforting. Not everything needs to reinvent the wheel.”

“Cas and I have been on for a month now, and I should’ve told you but you specifically said you didn’t know about my other fuck buddies.” Cas stood near the window, arms folded, watching me intently. “We didn’t want you to find out like this, though.” I could feel both their gazes on my body—the way the dress clung to my curves, the flush on my cheeks. “A whole month,” I whispered, voice husky despite myself. “You really are something Damien.” Damien stepped closer. “Baby, I love Caspian and I love you.” His voice dropped, that dominant tone I craved. “It’d only ever be the both of you for me.”

“Because you’re going to be baby sitting not just a child but also a man who’s going to be latched onto your very tempting breasts. That’s more work isn’t it sweetheart?” *** Well… to cut the story short, I eventually got married to Mr Damien two years later and it’s safe to say it has been the best decision I’ve ever made because as you know… the sex is top notch and I simply cannot get enough.

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

They clung together, grasping at each other and pressing closer and closer together. Soon their hands and mouths began to explore every curve of each others bodies. "I promised you dessert." Olivia whispered as her dress was slid off and dropped to the floor. "You can have vanilla cake, mango juice, icecream or... me..." "No contest!" he replied, smiling wickedly as he slowly slid her panties down her legs. "You have given me my just dessert and now you're going to get yours." Caspian said and dug his head into her breasts. "Happy anniversary, Husband."

Every single time, something got in the way. But when Katie casually mentioned wanting to go on a business trip to Spring City? The very next month, Ryan landed a project there and flew off with her. Ryan had told me more than once that he and Katie had never done anything to betray me. I believed him. But the truth was undeniable: his heart had already drifted. And honestly, emotional cheating is even worse than physical cheating. At least I had woken up before it was too late.

When the bartender called last round, Anna stood. “My place is ten minutes away. You can come up, or you can leave with whatever notes you’ve been taking in your head.” I should have left, instead I followed her. Her apartment sat high above the city, all glass and clean lines. She poured water instead of alcohol and handed me a glass. We stood in the open kitchen. Anna set her glass down and stepped into my space. Close enough that I had to tip my head back to keep her eyes. “If I kiss you, are you still going to write the story?”

Stronger than ever. Their story showed how one chance meeting could change everything. From stressed nights to passionate love. From delivery guy to forever partner. Joanna and Ethan danced through life together. Dirty. Sweet. And completely theirs.