Novel & Cerita Short Romantic

she whispered. He reached out hesitantly. “Can I?” he asked. She nodded. His arms wrapped around her like a shield. She buried her face in his chest, letting herself breathe for the first time in days. --- The day slipped away in a haze. They didn’t talk about contracts or pretense—just stayed close. Fingers brushed. Smiles softened. It wasn’t perfect. But it was real. By evening, Damien took her hand. “Come with me.” “Where?”

The bodyguards are all spread out and hidden to give them a sense of privacy as well as a sense of security. Sierra said, with her head leaning on his chest, “If anyone sees us right now, they would think we are insane.” Dominic said, kissing the top of her head, "Let them think what they want. The only important things are me and you. Her gaze rose to meet his, her eyes gleaming. "I should start calling you Mister Romantic." "Wow, that is so corny," he said, as he let out a laugh. Sierra said while crossing her arm in a child-like tantrum manner “Corny? That was romantic.” She insisted.

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

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

“You’re not going anywhere. Not tonight.” Not tonight. The words wrapped around her like a promise she desperately wanted to believe. He shifted closer, and she felt the movement as much as she saw it, his presence filling the space between them. Up close, she could see details she had never noticed before, the faint lines at the corners of his eyes, the softness in his expression, the warmth still lingering across his skin from what they had shared. “You know,” he said quietly, “I used to think ghosts would be terrifying.”

As I stepped inside, the familiar scents of herbs and garlic enveloped me, instantly making me feel at ease. I scanned the room, searching for the person who sent the message. My heart raced as I spotted a woman sitting at a table in the corner. Her back was to me, but there was something about her posture that felt unsettlingly familiar. I approached cautiously, unsure of what to expect. As I got closer, she turned to face me, and my breath caught in my throat. It was her—the woman from the article that had circulated a while back. Leo’s first love. The image flashed in my mind: the glossy magazine cover showcasing her radiant smile, paired with a headline about her connection to Leo. I had

In the hush of the night, they found solace in the shared silence, a language of their own that spoke volumes of unspoken emotions. As they gazed at the stars above, a sense of peace settled over them, a knowing that their meeting was not just a chance encounter but a destined connection that would shape their lives in ways they had never imagined. In the quiet of the night, surrounded by the whispers of the wind and the rustle of leaves, Axel and Hazel embraced the promise of a slow burn romance that was waiting to blossom in the quiet spaces between their hearts.

Damon says, looking deeply into my eyes, “But on a deeper level, I love knowing I’m inside of her. Not to fuck her, just because I belong in there. It’s about possession.” “Of course it is,” Aiden murmurs with an amused chuckle, “I’m not judging. I think it’s… romantic. I wouldn’t have expected it from you.” “That’s me, Mr Romance,” Damon responds with a smirk, his hands touching my ass possessively. Aiden lifts a hand to caress my arm, so I lean closer to him and purse my lips until Aiden gets the hint and he leans closer to kiss me. “You’re so cute,” he says against my lips, “So damn cute.”

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.

"Don't say that, I don't want to hear it anymore we are rich, you and me! There is no poor person among us." Without a word, he drew closer, gently placing a hand on my cheek, his touch both comforting and burning. Romain brought his lips to mine for a soft kiss, hesitant at first, but which quickly transformed into a flamboyant declaration of passion. His hands explored my arms, tracing imaginary curves that awakened a deep desire within me.