Short Romance Novels & Stories

It felt good. After dinner, we moved to the couch. Roman pulled me into his lap, but it wasn’t sexual. He just held me, one hand stroking my back while the other played with my curls. We watched a silly rom-com on his massive TV, commenting on how unrealistic it was, laughing at the cheesy lines. At one point, I turned in his lap to face him, straddling his thighs. I kissed him softly — not demanding, just affectionate. He kissed me back the same way, hands resting respectfully on my waist, never pushing for more.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

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The coldness went straight to my skin and I shiver at it. I was at a loss of words to say anything and I'm sure if I ever open my mouth to talk I could only stutter and make myself look stupid in front of him. "Good morning, amore" his breath fanning against my face and I could smell a hint of peppermint coming from it and I stop breathing until he was at least a meter away from my face. His voice vibrates on my skin and my ear twitches at the sound of his deep voice. What is he doing?

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

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she asked, batting her eyelashes at him. Rome grinned. He might be nominated for an important award, but at the moment, he was just her husband. “Shorty,” he teased, stepping into the adjoining food closet to get the requested item. He extended it to her, and Ella reached for it, but rather than giving it to her, he pulled it back. She narrowed her eyes at him. Rome set the basket on the counter and pulled her close to him, breathing her in. “I love you, shorty.”

As we embraced, I could hear her little cry. I caressed her forehead with a kiss and delicately took off the saree pallu. She beamed at me. She gently rested her hands on my face. "My darling," she murmured affectionately. As she lowered my face to mine, she said, "I love you." We briefly kissed again. It seemed effortless. She sensed my hands attempting to press against hers. She moaned and let him touch her bare belly and press her skin. They finally broke, panting for air, after what seemed like an eternity. My jammies were too snug, and I was too hard.

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul