Novel & Cerita Story Plots Romance

Even if he was mad at me. “If this will get you to finally leave me alone, then I’ll tell you,” he continued, his voice edged with annoyance. “Dylan and I are broken up. I didn’t cheat on him and I’d never do that to anyone. And yes, you were a rebound. That was all you were that night. A convenient distraction. An escape. Satisfied now?” His words had the intended effect. Fire lit up in my veins, licking through my entire body dangerously. He wanted to make me angry, as angry as I’d made him, and he was definitely succeeding.

She straddled my lap on the couch, pulled my shorts down, and sank down on my cock in one smooth motion, right where her boyfriend had been sitting moments ago. “You’re so fucking hard again,” she moaned quietly, starting to ride me. “Did hearing him talk about marrying me turn you on?” “You’re insane,” I groaned, grabbing her ass as she bounced on me. “He’s right in the next room.” “I know,” she whispered, riding me faster. “That’s why I’m so wet.” The risk was insane. The couch creaked softly as she rode me. I pulled her t-shirt up and sucked on her tits while she fucked herself on my cock.

I could feel his lips on mine, so soft and not even a proper kiss. “Good night, Liah.” He kissed my forehead and was about to leave when I stopped him by pulling his hand. “This isn't fair,” I pouted. “You're awake?” His shocked face looked cute. “You want me to fall asleep?” I said while pulling him back, making him sit on the bed beside me. “I... no!” he stuttered. “Then, why did you stop after starting something?” “Why did you take so long to reach this stage? Is it too hard for you to do this sooner?” I asked.

I pretended to think, but suddenly that night flashed before my eyes when Vincenzo Capone shot bullets from between my legs, I shook the thought away, "Hmm, maybe it'll happen when I'm buying a latte at the local coffee shop, and he accidentally spills his coffee all over me." She burst into laughter, "Classic rom-com move right there. And then you'll both reach for the same napkin, your eyes will meet, and bam – true love!" I joined in the laughter, "Exactly! And then, we'll have a grand adventure filled with quirky side characters and misadventures. You can be a side character in my story. You can play my annoying best friend." She raised an eyebrow, and flung a throw pillow at me, "And wh

"You're not the mother I dreamed of, but I know you're better than that." How can a story end? Does the nurse stay with the most handsome doctor in all of London and they get married while raising their two children together? I don't know yet, maybe tonight will be my fairy tale and maybe tomorrow it will disappear. The only thing I know is that I want to live a life next to him, without knowing what will happen tomorrow, I just want to live day by day next to him.

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

His birthday was upcoming in some days. He wanted to spend his birthday with his love. But now he didn't want to see her face. The more you love someone the more you feel hurt. He was feeling needles prickled in his heart. He was suffocated by the thought of her loving someone else. And he was feeling enraged by her lies and fake care. She behaves as she loves him and she cares for him. He thought he was so lucky to have a loyal and loving girlfriend, but now he knew it was all just her lies.

The question lingered—could she allow the past to coexist with her present, and would her newfound strength be enough to rewrite their story? In a pivotal moment, Elice confronted her ex-boyfriend with a blend of vulnerability and clarity. "We had something once, but I've grown since then. Love isn't just about what was—it's about what's right for us now." The story moved forward, driven by Elice's newfound realization that her personal growth journey was an essential element of her narrative. The unexpected romance became a subplot that highlighted her evolution—a testament that while the past might cast its shadows, the present held the potential for growth, healing, and the unexpected twi

She said taking a dig at him. Then suddenly her eyes lit up and Rayven didn't like that look. It often meant she came up with an idea that seemed great to her but meant disaster to him. "I think I might take away your scars." She began. Rayven couldn't believe his ears but at the same time he knew something horrible would follow this sentence that normally would have given him hope. "If you manage to make a woman yours, not by force of course, then I will remove your scars." She grinned. "See, I am here to help. Now you have not only a chance to get your heart back but also your face."

Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”