Short Romantic Stories Novels & Stories

Amanda sat in her small apartment in Surulere after another long, boring day at the office. Twenty-four years old, with a tight athletic body from years of gym work — perky C-cup tits, a tiny waist that curved out into a fat, juicy ass that made men stare. She was tired. Tired of vanilla boyfriends who lasted five minutes and called it romance. She wanted to be used. Broken. Turned into something less than a person.

I had more than understood and let her off two hours early. Sofia had called James, her best friend for seven years and boyfriend for one, and told him she needed his help at home immediately as she wasn’t feeling well. He had gotten home to a naked and horny Sofia in bed under the covers pretending to be ill. They had made love for three hours and she had her first orgasm from penetration thinking about me.

The same look that changed her life forever. She touched his cheek gently. “Yes,” she whispered. “I think I have been waiting my entire life to meet you.” Emotion flickered openly across his face. Edwin pressed his forehead against hers. “And I think,” he murmured, “I have loved you from the moment you stepped out from behind that willow tree.” Arabella laughed quietly through happy tears. “Even after I spied on you shamelessly?” A low chuckle escaped him. “Especially after that.” She smiled brightly before kissing him beneath the moonlight.

Ryan and I had been married for three years. The first year on my birthday, he stayed at the office all night fixing a botched proposal that Katie Jones had messed up. The second year, he had to go out of town with her for a business trip on my actual birthday. And today, he left me standing alone in the pouring rain because of one phone call from her. I was still staring into space when I heard the guest room door swing open. My heart skipped a beat as I watched him walk toward me. He noticed the little smear of ice cream still on the corner of my mouth. Ryan let out a soft, resigned sigh, then grabbed a tissue and gently wiped it away.

My pussy was swollen and constantly leaking his cum. Ryan finally pulled me into his arms on the couch, kissing me deeply as we watched the sunset through the windows. “This is going to be the best summer of my life,” he murmured, his hand gently stroking my cum-filled pussy. “Every time Dad leaves the house, I’m going to fuck you somewhere new.” I smiled against his chest. “Promise?” But as the garage door opened again, we both froze. Richard was home early again. Ryan smirked, his fingers pushing deeper inside me.

I muttered a thank you to him as he starts up the car. "No need to thank me Samantha, tonight you will be my women and it's only my duty to open doors for you. Treat you like a queen you are." He used the hand that wasn't holding the steering wheel to hold mine and place a kiss on it. I giggled out loud like an high school girl. Who knew my romoe was actually a real life Romeo ,he has being behaving so romantic since yesterday and I am loving this side of him. It new and loving. I wish this night could never end.

Her husband ran out just as her pursuer pulled up,jumped from his car and yelled:'Lady,there's A MAN WITH A KNIFE HIDING IN YOUR BACKSEAT! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

The girl on the stage announced on the microphone, "By the power vested in me, Now, you may kiss the bride." Nick moved closer and we both kissed passionately. We hugged each other and danced to the music. Everything went back to the place as it were. Nick and I started drinking like crazy people. "Elena, if you wanted to name our story, what would it be?" "What?" "You named your story as 'office Romance' and mine as 'high school love' then what about our story?" I smiled and started thinking about it and said, "What about 'One night stand!' ?" "What?"

maybe not just friends more than friends but less than a couple! I knew one thing from a very young age I wanted a love story of my own like my parents. My parents' story was quite fascinating for me. My father fall in love with my mother in Delhi when he was going to the "Supreme Court" for some work. Back then my mother was a school teacher at a school in Delhi. They met in a restaurant in Delhi, the place was crowded at that time my mother was waiting for Malhotra uncle and my father was waiting for his colleague. Apparently, only one table was available at that time and there was raining outside so, they had to share a table and Baba started the conversation with Ma, Ma was nervous at fi

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that