Sad Romance Novels Novels & Stories

(Teen Romance) The Wrong Brother (Teen Romance) I Still Hate You (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) All For the Money (Erotic Romance) His Girlfriend's Brother (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) Marina (Mystery/Thriller)

Comment your thoughts too, please. My Other Books . . The Alpha’s Christmas Present – A Dark Werewolf Romance. . . That Royal Betrothal – A Royal Romantic Adventure story . . . Badboy and Our Wrong Love - A Highschool Love Story

Most ladies love romance novels, don't they? Hmmm.... I can't speak for them, but I'm definitely among the ladies who love romance novels, especially the ones that end with, "and they all live happily ever after." Isn't that so childish?. Damain asked, rolling his eyes. No it's not, there is nothing more interesting than reading a novel with a beautiful ending. I said smiling. "But you just have to admit it's childish. No it's not. "It is." No it's not. "It is."

"It's not my fault, I love the book." "I am not a fan of it." "You love romantic books, you have always loved them." "I love happy endings. All love stories should have happy endings. Isn't that what love is about?" "The greatest love stories don't have happy endings though. The fault in our stars is another example." "Pride and prejudice gave Elizabeth and Mr Dacey a happy ending," Emma said. "Anna kareanin was bittersweet though." "Romance novels deserve happy endings only, I can't take the heartbreaks that happen at the end. Love is sweet, so why suffer for it."

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

They were more feminine than me when we were little. If they were not my brother's, I would be glad to take them both as my husband. Don't think of me like a slut. It is how the way I am. I'm quick to fall in love with tall hot guys, and sometimes I fantasize about them in my writings, and afterward, I kill them in the end. They need to suffer pain! All the stories I've written so far are tragedies where all the main characters' guy dies. It's kind of my fetish to kill them mercilessly. I'm joking. Besides being an ugly little squirt, I love writing romance tragedy, and my favorite novel at all times is Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare. So since I read that story by the age of five, I dedicat

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

Slow and soft and entirely unhurried, the kind of kiss that had nothing to prove and everything to give. When it ended, I settled back against his chest without a word. His arms tightened around me, and I closed my eyes, finding the steady beat of his heart under my ear and letting it do what it had been doing all night. Neither of us said anything else. We simply held each other in the quiet dark of the apartment and let sleep come gently, finally safe inside the truth of what we both felt. The sound hit before I was fully awake. A crash so loud and so violent that I was sitting upright before my eyes had even properly opened, my heart already slamming against my ribs with the particular ur

“Come for me again. Let me feel it.” I came hard for the third time that night, legs shaking. He followed right after, burying himself deep and filling me with a low groan that echoed in the steamy shower. We collapsed back on the bed afterward, sweaty and exhausted but still wrapped around each other. Damien pulled me against his chest, one possessive arm locked around my waist. “I meant every word,” he said quietly, fingers tracing patterns on my skin. “This started as something crazy, but it’s real now. For me, at least.”

No. What she missed was security. Comfort. Because the rich husband she abandoned us for had dumped her six months ago for a younger woman. Karma worked beautifully sometimes. Now suddenly she wanted to reconnect with Amelia. Wanted another chance with me. As if the past never happened. As if she hadn’t destroyed our family without remorse. My expression hardened. Absolutely not. And maybe that was another reason Isabella attracted me so much. She was everything Selene wasn’t. Loyal. Warm.