Side Effects Of Reading Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“The prologue sounds interesting,” I thought to myself before turning the page over. I was sitting on the edge of my window with my nose deep into a romantic book. I like reading but, mind you, only novels and comics. My interest nowadays inclines towards erotica. Goodness, the details they provide. Lord have mercy, I wonder if the men in real life are as passionate as in fiction. I learned a lot of things from those books but never got to put them in practice.

He said whether sinister smile and I feel my cheeks become a tomato red like I’m giving a competition to a rose flower. We didn’t speak as he is enjoying my coffee and he offered sometimes to take a few sips but I denied. After few minutes of comfortable silence he again said. “Why you always read these kind of books and that too romantic novel….GOD, I hate romantic novels they are too clingy to read.” he made a disgusting face by looking at my rated novel. I smile looking at him making different faces and replied.

“We will get there, we will get there.” Lucas makes a displeased sound, but I ignore him and start reading from the new romance novel we have started. This one is a bit steamier, and I’m a bit shocked when my heart races at the love-making scenes. I feel ridiculous for reading them out loud to Lucas, but he doesn’t comment on this. He listens to every word I say, and I only stop reading when his breathing slows, and he falls asleep.

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

I only know what I learned from romance novels, and I reverse at a hundred miles an hour. I tug away, aware of the tingling that has started in my inner thighs, and don’t trust myself to let it get any more heated than this. I’ve read that it can consume you, and girls get as carried away as boys as if they have no willpower, and I am so not down for that.

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"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

She picked up one of the books she hadn't finished reading since earlier in the afternoon, as suggested by Marco. While waiting for her husband, Letta began to read the book page by page. The book seemed very intriguing, causing Letta to get carried away, until she finally slammed the book shut, her face flushing. The novel seemed to contain romantic scenes between the main characters and their partners, making Letta fan her flushed face. Once she had calmed down, Letta realized that they had never done such things, only receiving touches and a few kisses. Her heart raced, and her breath felt rapid. She playfully hit her head in frustration.

Then I called Rose and asked her to bring me a glass of juice. She came in minutes later, smiling softly as she handed me the glass. I gave her a quiet thank you before turning back to my book. The pages pulled me in fast. It was a romance novel, and God—the tension in it was so high, I felt like I was living through every line. The characters were aching for each other, and I don’t know... maybe it was the way the words danced, or maybe it was just the loneliness creeping back in—but I found myself wishing I was the girl in the story.

The next day he brought me a bunch of cheesy romance novels to read. I try to curl myself up comfortably in my small hospital bed to read one of the books. As I read through the pages I cannot help but roll my eyes. It is a typical romance trope. The girl finds the boy but the boy doesn't want her so she has to seduce him. As much as I hate these kinds of books I am getting to the good part. They are about to have sex. I am so enthralled in the book that I don't hear someone come into my hospital room. "Are you ready for physical therapy," Thomas's voice seems to come from nowhere and it startles me.