Sad Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.

Time softened around the edges. Gradually, the laughter faded. The movement slowed. Damien pulled her close, forehead resting against hers, rain sliding between them. “You know,” he murmured, “this is better than any gym slow dance.” A pause, then a grin. “But you can still take me to prom, Miss Laurent.” Aria smiled. “Keep telling yourself that, von Adler.” Neither of them moved away. The kiss came gently, like a question neither needed answered — rain-cold and warm all at once, hesitant and then sure. When they finally pulled apart, Damien rested his forehead against hers, grinning like he’d just discovered something important.

And on this storm, there were two tragedy-weary and blood-sister women scheming against their vengeance. No daughters anymore. No victims anymore. Revenge of the man who first loved them.

The handwriting was neat but feminine with looping letters that spoke of care. Her throat tightened as she began to read. “To my dearest little Esme, If you’re reading this, it means a rainy day has found its way into your heart. I’m sorry I can’t be there to hold you through it, to make you hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and tell you silly stories until you laugh.

"What safe space huh? Aren't you tired of being alone in your room all day and having that poor geek boy come over to do nothing but read books?" She rolled her eyes dismissively. "Sometimes, I wonder if I gave birth to this kind of a girl." Her words count to my heart like a magnet as I forced back the onrushing tears. It was the second day of the new year, and I found a resolution not to cry anymore. Mr Liam swayed his arm calmly, trying to repair the ugly situation. "Easy, there is no need for a quarrel." My eyes were watery, and I winced in pain, "You know what? I'm out of here."

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The whole house was boring and the atmosphere was gloomy, I decided to go into the study, when I was in there with Damon I could recall seeing romance novels on the bookshelf. I am a true lover of romantic novels, they get your spirit high with the sexiness of the male lead and gracefulness of the female but one thing that lacks in all romantic plot is that all are the same, there hasn't been anything new but who cares...... While I checked the bookshelf I notice a couple of erotic novels in there, you should know that I am very happy.

she was nodding her head as she turned around, and was almost running to her room. I had expected a heated confrontation with that woman, not a dramatic argument with her brother. The thing was, it was none of my business, but seeing her look so sad brought a strange pang in my chest. Damn. I was becoming soft. This was expected, being around women, especially my little sister, Carrie, whom I thought I would never see nor touch again; she grew fiery but delicate. Fate had its twisted way of bringing pieces together, and Asher's life was forever changed. The latter was so in love I swore he'd crawl on his knees if Carrie ordered him to. Having said that, I was happy for them. *