Short Romantic Novels & Stories

" In the backseat, Stacy listened in on all this in sullen silence. Apparently, Joseph was the sort of guy who made countless romantic gestures for the girl he liked, and never missed even the tiniest details. In the rearview mirror, she could see that his ears had gone red. Charlotte was bringing up stories from ages ago… did he still feel so strongly about those moments, even now? But then again, this was his first love, innocent and pure. They arrived at a pub, and Stacy found herself a hiding place in the corner. Meanwhile, Joseph took a seat beside Charlotte, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. He shrugged off his jacket and handed it to her, so she could use it as a

They walked up to us, and Dex stopped walking. "Hey, boss, the guys are still training." The shirtless one said. Dex nods. "I figured as much. I'm not here for that." He gives him a confused look until he looks at me. I look at him for a second and put my eyes on the ground. "Who is this?" He asked. "This is Grace. We are getting married in two days." They started laughing, causing me to look up at them. They looked at me, and the shirtless one shook his head.

I said, as her hands curve around my back and pull me into her embrace. “Good, then kiss me.” She pouts. I am not a romantic husband. Heck, I am not a romantic man. Sarah knows that but for some reason, lately she keeps trying to pull it out of me. She lifts her heels so she is standing on her toes and I dip my head, my forehead grazing hers first before my lips touch hers, I take in the warm after taste of alcohol as my lips smooch hers, mild, quick and I withdraw. She let out a dragged sigh. “God, would it kill you to kiss me for longer than five seconds.” She snapped.

Roman urged. Tiffany shook her head, “Rome, I'm sorry but I don't think I feel the same way for you. Yeah, I like you as a friend, a very close friend, but not in a romantic way, I'm sorry.” She said, using her other hand to rub his hand. Roman released a soft smile, “It's fine and I understand. You don't have to feel for me, because I feel for you, I just wanted let you know how I feel, okay?”

Scarlett giggles, and I shoot her a look. “I fail to see how this counts as romantic, Scar. It’s quite creepy, to say the least,” Carla groans, taking a sip of her margarita. “Come on, it is kind of romantic though. Like a movie-style possessive alpha male character. It’s kinda hot,” Scar defends, and I wriggle my nose in disagreement. “I’m yet to fully understand that document. Too many clauses for a contract marriage. I could use your lawyer brain here, Nancy,” I growl.

“No. You’re just not my type.” Romeo laughed, dark and musical. “ I'm everyone's type." " Sorry to disappoint." He groaned leaning closer to Jamie under the bright club lights and bodies moving in the crowd. " I'm boredddd... lets make out for fun." Romeo whispered into his ear. Jamie blinked, caught between disbelief and thrill. “For fun? You’re… really serious?” Dante shrugged lightly, a playful glint in his eyes. “I am. It’s just for fun. Nothing more. Besides I’m not your type right.”

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.

He hums. I continue speaking. “You know, almost the same thing happens in every romantic movie. Still, it’s just so…perfect. The whole meetcute, love at first sight, enemies to lovers, fake relationships. All those cliche troupes are the best. I just can’t get enough of them.” I continue talking. “Then something silly and inconsequential happens and they have a big fight.” Ronan mumbles.

“She’s blushing! Maya is totally blushing!” “Rina,” I try to sound serious, “be nice.” “I am nice. I’m really nice. I’m the nicest.” Damian starts to wake properly. He stretches, yawns, and looks at me with soft eyes. “Hey.” “Hey.” He kisses me—not just on the cheek, but on the lips. It’s slow and warm. Rina makes a sound. “They’re at it again.” Damian pulls back. “At what?” “Being romantic. It’s gross. But, like, nice. I’m conflicted.”

She can have sex but cannot love. A chuckle escaped Hunter’s eyes, which slightly surprised Liza, who was also the reason for her frowning. “Were you thinking I’d want to have a romantic relationship with you?” Hunter asked, shaking his head as he smirked before he stood up and walked over to her. Hunter stood just a few inches away from her and bent down a little, just enough for their faces to be so close. He said in a deep voice, “I’d hate to let your hopes down, but that’s not what I want, sweetheart. I am not, in any way, interested in forming a romantic relationship with you. It’s only your body that I want, nothing more. I want you to spread your legs for me and let me have my way wit