Short Romance Stories Novels & Stories

He unzipped her top, and pushed the material aside from her shoulder, kissing it as he gently bite it, making her hiss. "Ammar!" When she couldn't handle his teasing, she moaned. He picked her in his arms and laid her down on the bed. Hovering over her, he connected their lips while his hand turned off the light. The clothes still stood like a barrier between two lovers, which he quickly got rid of as he made love to her. The moon seemed to shy away hiding behind the clouds. Subh-Dil laid her head on his bare chest she could feel the hum on his heartbeat.

I awkwardly nod at him. "Nope, you are wrong. You wrote a love story with a classic tragedy at the end." So what?! It is almost a shock, and it's a romance. "It's a romance." I contest. "No, it's not. Let me tell you what's a romance story is." He pauses and stands up. He begins to move as he explains. "A romance story is a type of genre in fiction novel which places its primary focus on a relationship and romantic love between two persons. Usually emotionally satisfying and has an optimistic ending. Romance story always has a happy ending despite the challenges of your plot." Oh! I understand.

Niyati said excitedly. "Great then now I will begin the story," the man said happily. And he started narrating his story. Arjun Goenka a handsome, rich and brilliant student. He is not a womaniser he is finding a girl for himself who will love him as Arjun and not as Arjun Goenka, the rich man. He was about to lose the hope of finding love but the moment he saw her he fell for her. Ishani Sinha, a typical middle-class girl. Living in Mumbai with her sister Tani for studies, leaving her native city.

He grabbed me by the waist, while my body shiver with coldness. He pulled me down on the foam filled bed, that was so comfortable. He laid on me gently with a nice and romantic sound from him. " Alpha," I groan gently as he kiss around my neck, Making me feel so wet down. " Can you shut up!" He commanded. He stood up from me fulling off his pants. I drew myself into the upper side of the bed. " Dante, I'm a virgin, and I don't want to loose it," he gave me a crazy reaction.

She felt a thrill of anticipation as he reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "You're breathtaking," he whispered, his voice a low growl that made her toes curl. "So responsive, so eager." His words sent a flush creeping up her neck, her body responding to his praise with a hunger she couldn't control. She was aware of Jenna watching them, her eyes sparkling with mischief, her presence adding a layer of complexity to the already charged atmosphere. Travis's lips brushed against hers, a soft, teasing kiss that left her breathless. "Let me show you," he murmured, his voice a low promise that sent a shiver of anticipation through her. His

The hangover was a bitch but it was worth every second. Two years married now, and their love had only deepened. The way Zach would lean in and murmur something filthy in Julian’s ear just to watch his ears flush red. The way Julian would melt when Zach gripped the back of his neck and kissed him—slow, possessive, like the world could burn and they wouldn’t notice. The casual touches that never quite stayed appropriate even with me sitting right there. It was both beautiful and torture. Because while they had everything, my love life was a rotating door of disappointment.

Months slipped by like smoke. Winter came and went, then spring bled into summer, but nothing changed between them. The apartment stayed the same size—too small for secrets—but the heat between Lena and Kai only grew thicker, heavier, more constant. They didn’t date. They didn’t fight. They just fucked. A lot. Often. Whenever the urge hit, which was basically always.

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

Hearing her lover's story immediately made her sadness disappear, she even asked Raymond to tell her one by one the love stories he had read. "You can read it yourself, I'll bring the book tomorrow." Lazy to tell the story, Raymond asked Ara to read it herself. "Ah, no fun." Annoyed. Seeing Ara lying down made Raymond annoyed so he had no choice but to tell his lover all the love stories he had read. "Okay, okay, don't sleep yet," Ara got up then sat up and rested her head on the headboard. In China, the famous love story is Sampek Engtay, a love story that ends in death, just like Romeo and Juliet and Laila and Majnun.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.