Sweet Romance Books Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.” I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?” She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.” I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder. “Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

the movie echoed. “Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears. “Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”. “Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned. “Fuck me harder,” she responded. Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl. Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.

Craving Her Neighbour's Pussy (3) Finally, the soft lips of this gorgeous woman were on Rachel’s, and she felt a rush so intense it nearly knocked the breath out of her. She couldn't believe how deeply she was already melting into Kristen McCarthy’s kiss. There was something wild, almost untamed, about the way they clung to each other’s mouths. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t shy. It was full-on hunger.

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it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

Joey Walker We're currently sitting and watching a drama she was pretty. She leaned to my shoulder and cling her arms to me. "Awww" She awwed, girls are so difficult. Let me remind you this, girls are difficult when it comes to romance. When they see something sweet when they're watching drama, they will squealed like a seal and can't stop talking about them. "That is so cute" She pointed at the main lead guy as he put his ring to proposed the girl on the puzzle.

My knuckles brush the back of her hand where it rests on the couch cushion, and she jerks. But she doesn’t pull away. So I do it again, slower this time, dragging my fingertips along the inside of her wrist, feeling the flutter of her pulse. “All that studying’s got you wound up.” Her breath hitches. “I—I’m fine.” Liar. I lean in, just enough that my breath ghosts over the shell of her ear. The scent of her shampoo smells so sweet, like vanilla and citrus…It fills my head, and fuck, I want to bury my face in her neck, taste that pulse point hammering under her jaw. But I don’t.

The intimacy was sudden, overwhelming, and absolute. Adrian let out a low, ragged growl from the deep back of his throat. His hands shifted instantly, sliding up her sides, dragging her flush against his chest so tightly there wasn't a breath of air left between them. The heavy friction, the suffocating heat, and the intense proximity made her head spin. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the frantic, hammering rhythm of his heart beneath his tailored suit jacket, before threading through his dark hair, pulling his head back so he had no choice but to look at her.

My mistresses were given vacations as a consequence of my sickness thus making the house hauntingly quiet. Surprisingly, breakfast was already served when I reached the library. But I wasn’t hungry, food was the least of my priority. I went straight to the books, the only solace I could have. The smell of the old papers sung reveries through my ears. I situated myself down in the corner near one of the windows overlooking the sea. The book in my hand grew heavy, though I wanted badly to ease my pain with the sweet writings of Emily Brontë the heavy feeling inside my chest was unbearable that as simple as opening her work became a task.

I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.