Romanticize Your Life Novels & Stories

Then he pointed to a blank canvas. “That one is for you.” “For me?” “Yes.” “What will it be?” Mateo studied her carefully. “I don’t know yet.” “But it will be something special.” Months passed. Evelyn fell deeply into the rhythm of Mateo’s life. He kissed her like every moment mattered. He looked at her like she was art. Sometimes he whispered things that made her heart race. “You inspire me,” he told her one night. “No one has ever inspired me like this before.” She believed him.

I'd been distracted, and in our line of work, distraction got people killed. Back in my car, I pulled out my phone and stared at Lena's contact photo—one Nova had taken of her laughing in the park, sunlight turning her hair to gold. My thumb hovered over the call button. Then, like a goddamn teenager, I opened my browser and typed: how to make a woman believe she's your everything. The first result was some sappy article about “grand romantic gestures.” I scoffed. Lena would see right through that. The next suggested “open communication and vulnerability.”

“And lucky for you, I’m the expert.” “Expert in what? Being insufferable?” “Romance,” he corrects with mock indignation. “Ask anyone. I once made a witch cry with a bouquet of enchanted roses.” “You also turned her cat purple.” “Minor setback.” I laugh under my breath. “I don’t think Iris would appreciate glowing roses.” “Noted. No glowing flora. Maybe something simple; candles, music, actual food that doesn’t involve roasted deer and bloodwine.” “Food I can handle,” I mutter. “Music, maybe.”

"Allie and Noah sitting on a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Lacey dodges a pillow I aim at her face. "First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in the baby carriage." "I have never been this humiliated in my entire life." "Come on, it was romantic," Lacey says dreamily and bats her lashes. "Define Romantic." "I bet he was swept off his feet." I dramatically fling myself on the bed and spread out my limbs. "My life is over."

" Look at your face, when was the last time you had a good night out to take care of yourself, or treat yourself at the spa, or even had good romance" "Hey c'mon, you guys know I've got that romance part on check" Nena interjected. "Hmmm" Clara cried out sarcastically in a subtle tone. "Girl, your ruthless one night stands with these your pimped out boys doesn't cut it" Mara continued . "You are getting way too old for that. Yes you may have the dick game on lock but your love life sucks . You need real romance in your life, like that kind of good romance. that taking you out on dates kind of romance. that taking you out on vacations kind of romance. That's what you need girl"

I said "What about me! I need you in my life!" he yells at me this is the first time he yells at me, he is mad huh. “How can I start my life without you? I got used to, that you always need me!” “You are so fucking unfair Ria, you're treating me like garbage that if you are not using it you will dispose of it.” He said while trying to avoid my eyes.

The most romantic way to get railed is by easing into it and saying something sweet, like perhaps; Ease me in, don’t rush the ride, Whisper dumb things like “you’re my guide.” Say you love my laugh, my bite, Then pin me down and dim the light. Tell me I’m art, your favorite sin, Brush my skin like you're about to begin— But not too fast, no race to win, Just slow destruction, soaked in sin.

"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."

His voice must me angelic and equals his limitless beauty. I desire the long desired mate bond. The unexplainable love shared by mate. The undying romance. His romantic gestures towards me. I desire everything!. His hot breath heaving over my sensitive neck. He tongue romancing my lips whenever we kiss or s*x.. I desire them all So I really pray he awakens. *** A loud growl pull me off my fantasy. I instantly fall roughly to the ground. My spines smash with a heavy thud. I wince.

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