Novel & Cerita Start Of Romance

She swallowed hard, forcing her eyes to hold his. “How can you say you love me,” she murmured, “When you have Lilith?” The question hit like a crack across the air between them. Roman’s gaze didn’t waver. “I fell in love with you,” he said slowly, “The first time I saw you. At that party in Italy, You don’t even remember me? You lost your earring.” His voice grew softer, as if replaying the memory in his mind. “You didn’t see me. But I was the stranger who caught the thief… the one who slipped it back into your hand before disappearing into the crowd.”

Rome says as his eyes narrow sexily at her. "I think we should start over.” "I just might do that," Rome says as their eyes stay locked on one another, flirting. She turned away first, breaking their eye contact, to conveniently look away. “Let’s go.” Fifteen minutes later, they ended up in the city at a nightclub.

he whispered, his breath brushing my mouth, “sell it.” The kiss landed slow, deliberate, nothing like the cocky show I’d braced for. My first instinct was to push him away, but my hand froze halfway, traitorous. He tilted his head, deepening it just enough that my heart thundered against my ribs. When he finally pulled back, I was too stunned to do more than stare. His thumb swept across my bottom lip like he was marking territory. “See? Believable.”

If we couldn’t find a sponsor, the younger children would be left homeless. That was when James appeared, and he gave me an offer: marry him, and he would fund the orphanage. I hesitated. After all, he and I came from completely different worlds. However, he saw my hesitation and added, in a tone that left no room for refusal, “We’ll set a limit of seven years. After that, you’re free to go and live however you want.” So, after marrying him, I never asked for any additional affection. And sure enough, not long after, I realized he had chosen me only because I resembled the woman he could never forget—his first love.

Even Diana sent a short note of approval. I rested my head on his shoulder. “In my first life I never got this. I died before any real future started. Now I wake up every day and it’s real.” Roman turned me to face him. “It’s real. And it stays that way.” His kiss came slow and sure. The possessive way he held my waist never changed. I kissed him back fully, no hesitation. Our days here followed a calm rhythm. Morning coffee together, walks on the beach, talks about merging the companies, and nights that built on the slow burn we started months ago.

Musa looked at Kiara with a smirk plastered on his face and said," You have to love me .Whether you can do it by your heart or by choice or i can do it by my ways" Kiara looked at him with a confused expression. She said, “What do you mean"? Musa patted her cheek and said, "THE BEGINNING OF FORCED LOVE ".

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

The ring in my finger is a symbol, and so is our names on each other's HarmonyMatch app. And so, I decided let things go. I looked at him and said: "Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee," he looked at me, puzzled. "Your Highness. There is no hiding." I took a deep breath. "I'm in love you, too," I said. And there was silence. He just looked at me, face unreadable except for what seemed like shock. "Um…hello?" I asked, waving my hands before his face. "Hey, are you o–"

Although, during these days of not having the real thing, the stand-in had become increasingly important. Nina and Martin went shopping and then watched a romantic movie together. The main characters were holding hands and slowly kissing due to their mutual affection. Nina was watching intently when suddenly she felt warmth on her hand. She paused and looked down. A hand was resting on hers—Martin’s. Honestly, Martin had nice hands. They were long and elegant. A simple filter on a photo of his hand could make hand enthusiasts swoon. Nina's hand was on the armrest, and Martin's hand was on top of hers.

But then, the sound of the call disconnecting reached my ears, and shortly after, his strong arms encircled my body, pulling me close. Our lips met in a passionate, yet tender embrace, moving in perfect synchrony. Rominic did not immediately deepen the kiss, instead occasionally brushing his tongue against my lips, only to withdraw it just as quickly. Every kiss we shared felt like the first, imbued with a sense of freshness and wonder, despite the difference in urgency, intensity, and passion.