Romanticize Your Life Novels & Stories

"I have not had real vacation in eight years. Since before Alex was born. This is... I do not even have words." "Then do not use words. Just feel. Just be. Just enjoy." First night. Private dinner on our deck. Chef prepared everything. Brought it to us. Left us alone. Table set beautifully. Candles. Flowers. Stars above. Ocean below. Waves crashing gently. Perfect. "This is most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me." "Get used to it. I plan to romance you for next sixty years minimum." "Sixty years?" "Minimum. I am planning on living to at least ninety. You are stuck with me that long."

I nodded again and wrote: EFFORT, NOT MONEY. “Next,” she said dramatically, “we plan a date.” “A date?” I repeated nervously. “Yes, a date. A romantic one. Something meaningful. Something soft.” “Soft?” I blinked. “What does that even mean?” “A date that doesn’t look like you’re trying to seduce or impress her with money. Something peaceful, warm, thoughtful.” I sighed. “That is not my specialty.” “That’s why you came to me,” she grinned. She started listing ideas while I wrote like a student cramming for an exam.

he said in a whiny voice. “I’ll find you an assignment, in Antarctica or somewhere far,” I said to him with a smile. “You know you could always cut the electricity, light some candles, make it romantic,” he said as I looked at him. “What’s wrong with you?” I asked him. “Nothing, you have no imagination!” he said loudly. “I don’t need to light candles or cut the electricity,” I said. “Women want romance, they want to be swept off their feet, surprise gifts and flowers,” Jett said as he batted his eyelashes at me.

This lifemate business is a two-edged sword. Now tell me. Already I feel the next wave building and it is the worst yet. I need to hear your voice. In my head. Talk to me so I can concentrate on how mesmerizing you sound. You provide me with all sorts of fantasies I can hang on to when things get really rough between us. “Things? What things? I intend to provide you with a life without rough.” Damonq said.

she went to the logout key and clicked on it so fast like nothing matters on F******k again. Few minutes later, she was on bed trying to get herself to fall asleep but all she found herself doing was tossing on bed. She plugged in her handsfree to watch movies but it got annoying when all the movies on her phone just talks about love and lost love, she went to her gallery to check pictures but nothing interest her at that moment, before she realizes what was going on she was already on F******k again. She at first resisted herself from clicking on the friend request box, but it was too late she already did. There was another one, she saw the green dot that shows the person was online then sh

Each time the moonlight caught the diamond, it sparkled. The world around me had transformed. It was as if love had painted everything in vivid colors, making even the simplest of things appear extraordinary. The trees lining the road seemed taller and greener, their leaves whispering secrets of eternal love. The gentle breeze carried with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers, as if nature itself was celebrating our union. I thought back to the romance novel I had read earlier on. Would this be the start of my romance story?

Let me become the night so I can explore your fantasy world. I will create smiles in every morning of your day. Through the dew that always bathes the roses, I am here to bring a million feelings for you. Feelings that will immerse both of us in the chalice of eternal love. Forever. ***

Otherwise, we’ll get caught. But he has plans now. “What type of plans?” “I am going to sweep you away, wife.” ** The beginning of a romance is like the first note of a symphony, a promise of adventures to come and emotions to be explored. It's a magical moment when two souls cross paths in a universe full of possibilities. At that instant, time seems to stretch, and the world around fades away, leaving space only for the protagonists of this story about to be written.

Seeing how Alex flips through the channels and searching movies, I can't help but realize that this is what a simple peaceful married life should look like, harmony, love, and peace of mind. If I have these things then I'm okay, I don't want anything else in this life, I want to see his face once I wake up every morning, I wanted to always watch the sunset with him, I want to play around with him while we biker over small thing, I still want to blush and be shy around him even in years to come, I want to spend my whole life having a nice time with him like today, N*****x and chilling, while we romanticize our life and remind each other that we only live once in this life and should do whatev

she whispered as she gazed at the millions of lanterns littering our path, glowing like golden fireflies under the darkness. She turned to me then, her face illuminated golden and ethereal. “Why do you have to make these ‘dates’ so romantic?” She demanded, making air quotes around the word, though her voice lacked any real bite. I shrugged. “Because I know you secretly love it even when you pretend to be repulsed by it.” She scoffed, but her tone softened. “It makes it feel like it means something.” “Doesn’t it?” “No,” she said flatly. “I’m here because it benefits me in the long run.”