Romantics Novels & Stories

With a deep sigh, she pressed the doorbell and waited patiently for him. It didn't take long for Dennis to open the door, as soon as he saw her, he drew her close to him and gave her a long romantic kiss. "You look beautiful" he whispered to her left ear and Cassandra found herself blushing so hard even if it isn't the first time hearing such a word from Dennis. "Thanks" she replied and walked into the house. Dinner was already set for them, as Cassandra walked in, she saw the arranged table filled with candles, roses, a bottle of red wine and glasses.

Her head down as she walked under the rain She acted so calm but it did hurt so much deep inside as she walked in the rain she felt so heartbroken she didn’t realize she was crying as she rain washed her not being able to breath, She caught a cold and a high fever her roommates were all shocked they have never seen Evelyn this sad Her first love was gone in a blink of an eye and it wasn’t even up to a year but she’s didn’t get to see him again not even crossing paths So she got over him pretty well

The angry stompy steps were usual for Laura, the pack's Luna, anytime she was about to yell and lash at me for something I did wrong. Just as expected, my door burst open, and she stepped in with that malice brimming in her eyes. She stood tall and elegant, smelling so nice and alluring. She was dressed in a gown of deep crimson, the rich fabric flowing elegantly around her as she moved, highlighting her slender figure and emphasizing on her curves. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back in golden waves, portraying her as a woman of perfect beauty with a hint of being the woman of every man's dream, but she was far opposite from that.

I already forgive her. Before she completely went out, she told me that Simon and Kate must have eloped and she never contacted Cathlyn again. God knows what happened and I don't think I would want to know. I finished all the remaining work, checking for any stories that would sell and those which has the capacity to attract. Most are romances such as werewolves, vampires, royalties, and young adults. I stopped to rest, I propped my elbow on the table, placing my cheeks on my hand.

data-p-id=82eca71f7ac217849f3ba1383a595493,style=text-align:left;,"Whatever for?" data-p-id=d7e46828d3303f4c88e9ca7ef6cf5b82,style=text-align:left;,"For changing my life. For loving me. For being the kind of wife and mother any man could only dream about. For filling all the holes in my heart and making it feel so full that I fear it might burst of happiness."

he said. "Just shut up Ryan!" "My only regret is I didn't get to kiss those rosy lips like I planned" he said. "I said shut up!" I yelled. "Have you ever touched her skin, it feels so soft and delicate and....." "Ryan!" I yelled as I dropped my towels and punched him and he fell on the bed. "Come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed how sexy our little Jasmine is" he said amidst laughter and I punched him again.

HEY GUYS, I'VE DECIDED TO START POSTING LITTLE POEMS WHICH I WROTE DURING THE COURSE OF WRITING THIS STORY. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. ROMANCE What is romance, yeah yeah yeah Where is romance Isn't it here? Is it a knight in shinning armor Can I ever see it? Can I ever experience it? I want my own romance With my most romantic fantasy Filled with dreams that May not come to pass But I can't stop fantasizing

Suddenly, I didn't feel like beating the crap out of him; I wanted to slice him into three-inch pieces and feed him to zoo animals. Klaus: What about you? Who was your best? Rhyland: I don't know if I've ever had a best. All my hookups were of the same level of adequacy. Klaus: And they say romance is dead. Rhyland: It is, though, Cosmos. Think about it. Everything that represents love-flowers, hearts, swans, doves-dies at some point.

Theirs was a unique dynamic, a delicate dance of affection and tension that defied conventional labels. As we approached, Katrina excused herself from the group and sauntered over to us, her confident stride eating up the distance. Ramses welcomed her with open arms, enveloping her in a gentle, tender embrace. Their lips met in a soft, sweet kiss, the ruby red of Katrina's lips a vibrant contrast to Ramses' pale skin.

She was claiming him again, physically affirming his allegiance. Their passion escalated quickly, driven by the intense, raw elements of their surroundings. Suman pressed him back against the smooth, cold stones of the streambed, her body moving against his with a demanding rhythm that transcended the freezing water. Roberts groaned, his urgency absolute, his surrender complete. He lifted her, claiming her in a powerful, immediate union that made the cold stream vanish entirely.