Short Romantic Stories Romane & Geschichten

Febri is a simple figure who is far from handsome and ideal for Sintia, Febri is the son of an official in the city of Sintia, even the teacher or school principal is still a family that Febri often uses as a shield if Sintia wants to break up. It's true that Febri is dear, indeed Febri is kind to Sintia, but arrogant and stubborn and restrained for Sintia who is not free to choose friends, friends and even TTM. 3 years, like it or not, like it or not, being special friends with Febri. The high school love story that Sintia hoped for didn't go according to her dreams and only became an illusion. College, is the third opportunity to know what is called true love. And opportunities are open be

"So what if I'm single? It's not a crime! I'm sure someone, somewhere is waiting out for me. Once I found that love of my life, we will be the best love team ever. Even better than the love story of Aladdin and Jasmine, JaDine and KathNiel. Even the story how Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley fell in love to each other will pale in comparison to my love story! Just you wait!" [Alright, alright. As you said, then so be it...I won't argue with you... Haaaayyy... what a hopeless romantic girl....]

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

⸻ One rainy Thursday, an elderly woman entered the bookstore carrying a worn leather journal. “I’ve been looking for you,” she told Elena. Confused, Elena accepted the journal. Inside was a handwritten note. Stories have a way of finding the people meant to tell them. The journal had once belonged to the bookstore’s original owner, a woman who had spent decades recording the love stories of couples who met among the shelves. There were stories of first glances, second chances, impossible distances, and lifelong promises. Dozens of them. Some joyful. Some heartbreaking. Every one unforgettable.

What was even more shocking was that Leo hadn’t dismissed my question but had answered honestly. “First love? I never thought your heart was capable of love,” I said, and he chuckled. “You sure you’re not referring to yourself?” he retaliated. He had a knack for sharp comebacks. “We met two years into college when I was sixteen and got separated during my last years,” he added, and I listened intently. I wished my mind could register his story and use it against him, but surprisingly, I felt no inclination to do so. Maybe Leo sensed that and that’s why he opened up.

I replied quietly, gently supporting his head as I buried my nose in his hair. "Because that would mean I have to be sorry that your smell intoxicated me." I chuckled lightly. "You shouldn't-" "How about you finish the story first? Leave what I should do to me." I smiled. "Well, the story ends with someone dying."

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.

“Because you’re going to be baby sitting not just a child but also a man who’s going to be latched onto your very tempting breasts. That’s more work isn’t it sweetheart?” *** Well… to cut the story short, I eventually got married to Mr Damien two years later and it’s safe to say it has been the best decision I’ve ever made because as you know… the sex is top notch and I simply cannot get enough.

Abigail was thankful everything went well and now she was excited for her first day at work tomorrow. Soon enough, Abby heard the sound of the doorbell. She knew it was her boss because he was the only one She was expecting so she went ahead to open up. *×************×*** "Bye Babe, I will miss you so much," Damon said in between kisses. Anna smiled against his lips. "I will miss you, too, my love”. She whispered. “Enough with the smooching guys.” Liam groaned, pretending to be angry. “Calm down, dude. Just give us a few more minutes.”Damon replied then went back to kissing his fiancee.

Things seems bad at first but i know not every good things start with been good. Here I am with the guy that made my life miserable every minute but today am kissing him with so much love and passion. I love him😊 and that all that matters ✍️Authoress Ricky✍️ T H E. E N D Question for the story: Do love at first sight exist? Jeremy is really a rare type and I agree with it even though he just a character in a book. Thanks to all my fans that really supported me throughout the story.