Summer Romance Novels & Stories

And those lips were the softest and sexiest lips I had ever seen. Looking at him like this brought me back to the summer of four years ago. It was my first time in Hawaii and Ryder took me here to watch the sunset. I had only met him for a couple of hours but I already felt more things with him than I had felt with anyone else my entire life. “This brings back a lot of memories, huh?” he said suddenly. “Yeah,” I nodded in agreement. “We've come so far since the time we sneaked around in the middle of the night,”

She said and tilted her head back to the sky Few minutes passed and no one made any effort of talking to the other when suddenly Dorian asked her a question "Do you love Damon?" Dorian suddenly asked her as she felt the air around her seize for a moment Does she love Damon? No,she don't,she only thought of him as a friend "No Dorian,I take Damon as a friend, a very close friend who is always there for me my heart......my heart beats for another" Summer softly said as she stared at Dorian confused face before laughing and looking back at the sky "Your heart beats for another?" Dorian asked her as he felt a pang of jealousy and anger rushing through him

“But be sure to get home before I come home.” Mark raised an eyebrow and nodded in acknowledgement. After the old lady left, Summer took out her down jacket from the luggage bag and put it on. She then looked at Mark, who was napping on the settee. “Do you want to go to Chatforte Tops with me?” He nodded, got to his feet, and walked ahead of her. She heeled him with the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile. Climbing Chatforte Tops on their honeymoon was not such a bad idea at all. The view at the top was worth the effort.

With his large, calloused hands, he grasped my chin with a firm but gentle touch. "You're playing a very dangerous game, genius girl," Matteo whispered, his voice trembling this time not with anger, but with pure lust and admiration. He leaned closer, his lips almost touching mine. The scent of fresh blood and cigar filled my nostrils as he continued: "Okay... I'm sorry for saying that. Seeing you with that guy just drove me crazy, understand? Because you... you're the only clean, only mine thing in this dirty world, Nova. Now... forget those codes, forget that damned past. And give me the taste of that strawberry with those lips..." Before I could answer, Matteo plunged his warm, bloody, wi

"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.

Julietta / Julia My body ached, but the pain was nothing compared to the one in my heart. Ever since the day we arrived in Santorini, Dominic and I had enjoyed physical proximity every time we were together. But it somehow felt like a ritual. It wasn’t the lovemaking we had shared the first time. Somehow, the magic was lost. In the blink of an eye, my world had crumbled before I could have built it. Why did Kimberly always hold the upper hand in my relationship with Dominic?

For the first time, Sieghal set foot again in his hometown, Shira—a small fishing town in North Yorkshire, England. It's not precisely sprawling but beautiful enough to be remembered as a place full of charm. Shira is this quaint little town nestled among cliffs and tall hills, flanked by a few mountains and rolling hills. Shira's sunsets are top-notch, the best anyone could find anywhere. It should be a perfect place to unwind from all life's chaos. Yet, for Sieghal, Shira is the last place he wants to be.

This mutual pleasure and passion were their only concern. A midnight dinner: The setting was a perfect starlit summer night, an elegant seaside restaurant, the sound of gently clinking crystal over quiet murmurs of conversation. They were in a place called "Lovetown". A few romantic couples swayed to the nostalgic melody of the sounds of (Yuna- lullabies). With Rome and Bridgette holding and caressing each other on the dance floor. He held her so near with his eyes closed as she sank more profoundly, deeper into his heart.

"The pay is supposedly the best in town, and they even issue internship completion certificates." As soon as she finished speaking, all eyes turned to me. Bethany continued, "Prime Works Factory is your family's, right? You'll figure out how to get us in. Once summer break starts, we're heading there. Also, get us cushy positions. You know, the kind where we sit in air-conditioned offices and drink coffee all day." She was the leader of the group. As she spoke, she lifted my chin with the tip of her shoe. Her red lips curled into a sneer, and her gaze pierced through me, as if I was nothing more than a speck of dust.

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.