Novel & Cerita Romantik

I look up hearing a sigh and see Merlos placing her glass down on a nearby table. “I will never understand this yearning you all have for romance and affection. It all sounds so complex and frustrating,” she says with genuine confusion and mild disgust. “You know they have a word for people like you now.” “Bitch is hardly a new word,” she scoffs. “No, I was going to say aromantic,” I correct her. She looks at me offended, “There is absolutely nothing romantic about me. I detest the very concept.” I shake my head, “There are humans, who – much like you – experience little or no romantic attraction to people. They feel love, but the idea of romance or affection is not of interest to them. They

She thought it was the wildest and most beautiful night she had ever had in her entire life. Harman took her to the so-called Grădina Verona. It was a garden oasis, which was just behind a well-known bookshop in the city. He ordered iced-tea infusions that had mixed peony flower, lime and mango. “You should try that,” he urged her while they waited for their order to come. She hadn’t tried it yet. When she took a sip, her eyes widened and he laughed at that. The taste was weird but good. She smiled as she took another sip of the potion.

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She gazes back again at the horizon, looking at the stunning view. Hughes went beside her and placed his hands on his hips. He sighed. “It’s a beautiful place, isn’t it?” “U-uhm, yes. It is.”, she replied meekly. “This place is called Kósmima. It’s a different world than the world we teleported in.”, he explained simply as he knew that if he told her everything, she wouldn’t be able to process it fully. “I…is this all a dream? Are you just a dream?”, she looked at him.

Three peaces of broken mirror merged them self deep in his head and his blonde eyes wide. Nikolai's breathing was still rapid, his hands gripping the edges of the sink that his knuckles were almost turning white, his red eyes had a smile in them. A few bangs of his hair were falling in his face while his lips curled in a small smile. "Champagne can only be mine " his deep voice declared to no one but himself.

“It’s as if time slows down, and everything becomes so beautifully still.” Jonathan pressed a tender kiss to my temple, his voice soft and filled with affection. “Indeed, my love. These moment are best.” We sat in comfortable silence, surrounded by the soothing sounds of nature. The gentle rustling of leaves, the distant chirping of birds, and the rhythmic lapping of water against the shore created a soothing symphony. Lost in the beauty of the moment, I turned my head to gaze at Jonathan. His eyes sparkled with a mix of tenderness and admiration.

It's very strange. After some time, appetizers are served to us. Before we start, I smell a strong yet refreshing and calming smell. I smell sandalwood. My wolf is howling internally. It won't take me long to connect the dots. This smells like my mate. I looked for her and saw a girl having a black currant flavored cake wearing a purple mermaid tail gown. Strange! Girls mostly like strawberries or chocolate. She is neither chubby or skinny, just perfect for me. I am surprised by my thoughts because I had already despised the idea of having a mate after such a long time. But according to my wolf's feelings, these are my true instincts. Before I could get a good look at her face, she disappear

scared Raya wanted to ask, her body still trembling from what had been going on. But she immediately began to wretch the moment she perceived the liquid. It hit her senses, almost dimming it. It was wolfsbane, used to keep a wolf checked. She staggered for some time before regaining her footing, holding her nose tight while watching him clear his throat like he had just gulped down juice.

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

Everly's voice was soft and coy, nothing like the timid girl she acted like in front of me. "Alright. Whatever you say." Then came the rustling of clothes and the kind of breathy sounds that made my stomach churn. I pressed the download button. After the tears ran dry, all that remained was a cold that ran deep into my bones. ... By the time dawn broke, Jeremy came home. He looked exhausted, but there was a faint pink mark on his shirt collar. It was the exact shade of Everly's favorite lip gloss. Her profile picture flashed in my mind: a little white rabbit holding a carrot.