Soft Romance Novels & Stories

Back then, she had messaged me, crying about how cold the winter was and how she did not have warm clothes. My heart had softened…and I sent it to her. So, she stood there in the clothes that I had bought, beside my boyfriend, smiling brightly. "Sabrina! I haven't seen you in a while! I've missed you so much!" The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up. She rushed over and looped her arm through mine affectionately. She carried the same scent Jeremy had when he came home that night. A cheap, overly sweet peach fragrance. Then, she looked me up and down, feigning surprise.

I could feel the rapid thump of his heartbeat against my chest, mirroring the wild rhythm of my own. Heat radiated from him, seeping through our clothes, awakening something electric in the air between us. His eyes held mine, dark and searching, a long, deep stare that made my pulse race even faster. Without thinking, drawn by the pull of that moment, I leaned in. My lips met his in a kiss, soft at first, then urgent, tasting the sweetness of the night on his tongue. It was impulsive, electric, sending sparks through every nerve. But just as quickly, reality crashed back. I pulled away, my cheeks burning,

I can get used to this feeling. It wasn’t intense. It was calm and comforting. Nothing like the heat I had experienced. It was just good. Felix takes a step closer to me, letting me drink in his breath. It still taste like bubble gum and smells gorgeous. Before I know what’s happening, his soft lips find my own. Sparks immediately erupt and I can feel my cheeks heating up. It’s soft and delicate, thought determined. This kiss, this is the novel-kiss. Not fast or heated but rather… soft and romantic. As if the moment is being savoured.

X18+ ahead please, if you're not comfortable with such scenes, skip it! This is a dark romance book. Damon plundered Neah's lips like a hungry beast. Lifting her up in his arms as Neah wrapped her legs around his waist, his fingers brushes towards her back as he caresses the soft skin. "Hmmm Dam-- Damon~~"Neah said with shaky and unsteady breaths. Her hands ran through into his soft silky black hair as she moaned into his lips.

" 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

"But I'm curious, what does romance mean to you?" Max leaned in closer to Chloe, his voice low and husky, as he whispered softly into her ear, "Romance is like the changing sky at dusk, with colors shifting and blending together to create something new and beautiful each time. It's like the dance of fireflies on a warm summer evening, a dazzling display that takes your breath away.” His words flowed like a gentle stream, carrying with them the promise of something sweet and special. Chloe felt her heart skip a beat, and a shiver ran down her spine like a gentle breeze on a summer day, as she turned away to hide the reddened flush on her cheeks.

I whispered softly. As I silently return to the bed next to her, I lovingly hold her in my arms, drawing her near to me. I softly press a delicate kiss on her forehead, savoring the sensation of her warm skin against my mouth. With every passing second, we gradually fall into a serene sleep, cocooned in each other's embrace, finding solace in the tranquility of our mate.

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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.

She said giving me a sternly look. I hate it whenever she does that, but then after much corrections she still didn't change. I got tired of it, and let her be. "OK bye guys." I said as I stood up and make my way towards the door. "Oh and yeah, Kelvin, I will give you a call, and don't you worry, I will make sure to pay your fees before your exams." I said and the dashed out quickly in a hurry to meet up with Sammy. The excitement on my face was evident, my love for Sammy was one I could never explain. How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate.