Sweet Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Even so, the whole process feels like a battle, and I am already exhausted by the time I have the books in my hands. I still read romantic novels. There is something comforting about them, even if some of the stories hit a little too close to home. Some of the plots are eerily similar to my own life, while others are pure escapism—beautiful, heartwarming tales from start to finish. Sure, the characters face hardships and tribulations, but what always stands out to me is the love and trust between the couples. It is the kind of love that feels unshakable, the kind I used to dream about. Now, I am not so sure if that kind of love exists for me anymore.

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.

“Come on, Kerrien. What’s wrong? I thought you liked being kissed. ‘That was the impression you gave the first time we were alone together. I promise not to do anything you might object to. I learned that lesson after your last little outburst.’ Feeling as if she might easily drown in her emotions, half of her desperately needed physical contact, half of her knew she should wait until Ashton was the man in her arms. But Ashton was probably making love to Martine... at this very moment. She gave in and yielded to Brett’s kiss. ‘The warmth of the male body, pressed close to her own, was comforting, exciting, healing. If she closed her eyes tight, she could pretend, imagine, it was Ashton. His

“Sophia loves reading novels—romance novels—but just like what I said, she is actually dense and almost oblivious with the men around her. It would seem that she is more fixated with the idea of what she reads rather than real men, but, of course, I can’t say that she has not had a real boyfriend ever…”

It was fascinating. A big "O" escaped my mouth. "How come they are in full bloom? They are amazing..." I exclaimed, going near the Jelenas and inhaling its sweet smell. "They are all hybrids, my dear, my lovely sister especially made for this garden. No one wanted to waste a great piece of land to nothing, you got to have flowers in them." A lady walked in. She was wearing a red velvet satin gown with lace sleeves and a 'super' low neckline that showed her hefty breast. Her legs were on display from the long slit that came to her knees. The gown had a flowing skirt but hugged her body nicely exposing every right curve. The lady looked sultry and polished that I was intimidated just by lookin

Her hands came up to rest lightly on my chest, fingers spreading over damp skin. The third kiss deepened. I tilted her head, parting her lips with mine, and she opened for me with a quiet, shaky sigh. Our tongues met slowly, exploring, learning each other. She tasted sweet and warm. I groaned softly into her mouth as her fingers curled against my skin.

His eyes darkened, finally meeting hers, the teasing dominance she remembered flickering to life. Lena moved closer, her body brushing his, the scent of her perfume mingling with his cologne. She leaned in, her lips hovering near his ear and traced the shell of his earlobe with the tip of her tongue, slow, wet, teasing. Then she pressed her mouth to his neck, kissing the pulse point there, sucking lightly as her hand continued to palm his now fully erect cock.

"I should've asked Mom for his name. I should ask Timothy about him. Maybe he knows the guy." Why was this scenario so similar to a novel that Yara had read before? Calista distinctly remembered how excited her friend was about it. "Didn't you use to whine about how pitiful the male protagonist was when you were passionate about these cheating plotlines? You were saying how much you wanted to transmigrate into the books to save him and take revenge against his ex-girlfriend. You wanted to embark on a journey to the peak with him." "I'm into sweet romance novels now. The protagonist has to be innocent and free of sin. He can't have any ambiguous relationships w

She slowly turned to Sarah in amusement, splashing her with a red blush in embarrassment. Finally, Mike was able to chase her out and get dressed. When Jessica and Robert came out of their chalet, Sarah was leaning on one of those 4 brick legs. Her hands rested on Mike's chest as he held her hips, kissing softly. The sea breeze flapped his shirt and her dress, probably much faster than their lips syncs. There was no lust or urge or passion in the kiss. Just a little treat, enjoyment of the light sparks climbing up their spine and the churn in their mid-chest that bubbles up every time their lips touched. It does things beyond mere lust.

,she puts her cards on the table and the last sentence sounds to me like a joke. So he's really going to persist with this crazy idea of an engagement to Amelia, unless I give him a reason to change his mind... “ When the dance show starts, discreetly drop this near him”, I hold out a handkerchief in his direction. Not just any handkerchief, it is one scented with a homemade fragrance like my mother and I used to make, only to the almond scent, I added the Miltonia orchid, granting then my sweet scent of seduction, “Then ask if it's his, insist, make it close enough for him to smell it. Even if to do so one of the other girls has to bump into you to fake an accident.”