Sweet Romantic Novels & Stories

I said and pull him in the counter bar. After one hour the crowd is already wild and my head is like spinning I can feel Henry's hand on my legs and caress it seductively and kiss me on my neck and suck it gently. A moan scape to my mouth when he sucks my neck. My body starts to feel the heat and my pussy is starting to get wet. "Come on Ria," He said and carried me. He pinned me on the door and kissed me aggressively. He keeps sucking my neck down to my breast and suck my tits also.

"All I want is to stand in front of everyone we know and promise to never let you go again. Is that really so terrible?" My anger melted away, replaced by a complicated mix of emotions. "No, it's not terrible," I admitted quietly. "It's actually... pretty sweet." "Sweet?" He arched an eyebrow, clearly hoping for a better adjective. A reluctant smile tugged at my lips. "Romantic?" "Getting better." His hands slid to my waist, pulling me closer. "But Ryan," I said, placing my palms against his chest, "I have the London opening, then Fashion Week, then—"

“She’s blushing! Maya is totally blushing!” “Rina,” I try to sound serious, “be nice.” “I am nice. I’m really nice. I’m the nicest.” Damian starts to wake properly. He stretches, yawns, and looks at me with soft eyes. “Hey.” “Hey.” He kisses me—not just on the cheek, but on the lips. It’s slow and warm. Rina makes a sound. “They’re at it again.” Damian pulls back. “At what?” “Being romantic. It’s gross. But, like, nice. I’m conflicted.”

I barely uttered these honest words. In his eyes, I knew it's coming, yet I don't dare deny of accepting it. That love that burning on his stare keep adding, like flame, reaching me to share my own desire to touch him too. The hand that was on the door reached my chin. He lifted it then in a flash, his warm enveloped mine. I could taste something sweet as I let his tongue entered the seam of my lips. 'Chocolate?' 'Or the kiss itself is just sweet?' The way he kisses me slowly, nibbling my lips up and down, not a fiery one I saw in movies, but a romantic one which made my heart burst in desire - this has convinced me.

River felt her heart flutter with excitement, her senses coming alive at the prospect of a magical night with the man she loved. The garden, once a serene oasis, transformed into a romantic haven, its beauty heightened by the soft, golden candlelight that danced across River's radiant face. The flickering flames cast a warm, intimate glow, illuminating the tender smile that spread across Thane's face as he gazed at River.

Julian stood behind her, his arms wrapping securely around her waist, his presence a comforting warmth against her back. "It’s beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. Julian pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, his lips lingering against her skin. "Not as beautiful as you." She turned in his arms, her hands resting on his chest, her heart overflowing with a love that transcended words. "You’re really out here saying the most romantic things, huh?" He smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. "It’s easy when it’s you." Selena exhaled a laugh, shaking her head, her heart brimming with affection. "You’re impossible."

It is currently being custom-designed, and I am meticulously biding my time for the perfect moment. "I'll very soon" "You're thinking it too much." She calls out and look around again, then back at me after confirming we're still alone. "My sister loves anything involving romance," Zara adds, being totally helpful and I lean closer. "Be it cliche, private, or classy. It just has to be sweet and romantic." She points out, confirming my assumptions. The flowers moment was a dead giveaway. I can still picture the way her face brightened up. "Thank you, Zara."

“It’s as if time slows down, and everything becomes so beautifully still.” Jonathan pressed a tender kiss to my temple, his voice soft and filled with affection. “Indeed, my love. These moment are best.” We sat in comfortable silence, surrounded by the soothing sounds of nature. The gentle rustling of leaves, the distant chirping of birds, and the rhythmic lapping of water against the shore created a soothing symphony. Lost in the beauty of the moment, I turned my head to gaze at Jonathan. His eyes sparkled with a mix of tenderness and admiration.

Ace was leaning back while Scarlet slipped between his legs. Applying a little bit of liquid soap in his hands which had the fragrance of roses and jasmine flowers Ace started to soap her bust area. His hands reach her soft breast and he gently squeezes it, bending his head on hers while reaching her lips. The kiss was slow and very sensual filled with desire. His tongue rolls to every corner of her mouth sending wild tremors down her spine. Scarlet shakes with thirst between their kiss and pants, "Ace, I love you".

I said, quick, my voice light, a chuckle slipping free as I pictured him—those lashes, that smirk. She nodded, her grin widening, her finger wagging. “Good, who’s more romantic?” I leaned forward, my elbows bracing, my mind spinning—Lucien’s quiet touches, Damien’s bold moves. “Both,” I said, slow, my voice teasing. “But Lucien’s got the edge, he got the soft stuff, sexy stuff, all of it. Damien’s sweet, but Lucien’s… smoother.” Her brows shot up, her laugh sharp, her hands clapping once. “Smoother, huh? Alright—who makes you laugh more?”