Sweet Romantic Novels & Stories

The voice that was released was like an intoxicating groan. Romeo touched her face, licking Rena's lips before taking a sip like lethal heroin. This is an addiction. The opium that made them both fly. The sun's rays are dimmer. The moon is rising to replace the sun. On the edge of a river with a swift current, two people make love to each other. Creates a more romantic atmosphere. Rena pressed Romeo's neck to keep him in position. She didn't want to be away from him now. She's already got a heartbreak. The lover she always dreamed of every night shadowed Romeo's face before she fell asleep.

Their love is beyond pain as they reconstruct again. With eyes closed, she breathed in the familiar scent of his cologne, a comforting aroma that whispered of familiarity and love. Time seemed to pause, allowing them to savor the sweetness of this embrace, a balm for the weary soul, a reminder that in each other's arms, they had found their safe haven.

She drops her lips onto mine. The kiss is soft, slow, sensual, everything that is Kelsea. When we break apart, those eyes of hers are bright as hell again. "What's the most romantic thing you can imagine?" I whisper. Lord knows why I ask her this, I'll never be the type of man who can give it to her. "A proposal in the pouring rain." She's quick to answer. "I've always thought of the rain as romantic." She bites her lip. "You know, lazy days in bed, wet kisses, soaked clothes."

I stammered, unsure of how to respond. Ryan smiled, a look of gentle affection in his eyes. "It's romantic," he finished for me, his smile widening. "I know it's cheesy, but I want to do this for you, Isabella. I want to be here for you, even when you're asleep." His words made emotions wash over me in a rush. I felt a lump in my throat, my eyes prickling with tears. "Ryan," I whispered. "That's the sweetest, most ridiculous thing anyone has ever said to me." An that was the truth, no sugar coating of words.

Luciano murmured, his voice rough with frustration. "It's always like this," Rosa said, biting her lip as she pulled her hand back, trying not to smile at his dramatic complaint. "Come on, baby. We need to be quick before our little devil wakes up again," Luciano whispered, nipping lightly at her ear. Rosa sucked in a breath. “You are unbelievable." "I am yours, amore mio," he husked. Her cheeks flushed at the reminder. It still amazed her how, with each passing day, he seemed to grow more and more romantic.

"I see you've still got these strawberry candies in your car, Joseph! Remember that New Year's Day event, when I had to go on stage to perform on the piano, but I was absolutely trembling from stage fright? You asked me if there was anything that might help to calm my nerves, and I mentioned strawberry candy… then you ran outside, through the pouring rain, to buy some for me! After that, every time I saw you, you always had some more of that candy for me. "Oh, isn't this…? I sent you a photo once, to show you the super cute teddy bear that I'd found somewhere… and you bought the same thing, yourself? "Mmmm… Joseph, you smell good! It's that brand of men's fragrance I pointed out that time, i

Amara smiled. “Yet?” “Not like that.” “Then how?” “I don't know.” She stepped closer. “You love me?” His eyes met hers. “Yeah.” The word was quiet, but there was no hesitation in it this time. “I do.” Amara's eyes filled with tears. She laughed softly, wiping them away. “That's a terrible way to make someone cry.” Ryder smiled. “I was going for romantic.” “You failed.” “Sorry.” She stepped into his arms.

I breathed, shakily, as he kept caressing my skin with his rough hands, sending electric shivers down my spine. He tilted his head sideways, looking at me with a smirk tugged up at his lips, the lips I tasted with the rain water. Rain has always been a thing to romanticize but when I go back in my mind to think about the gentle yet passionate kiss we shared under the pouring sky, I can't help but agree with it. It was the best kiss of my life, literally.

I love watching movies. Where I live? I live in a small town named Roselli, weird name right? But there is a legend behind it. There was a girl named Roselli, and she was in love with a guy named Roman, they were madly in love, but Roselli's father didn't approve of their love and married her off to some wealthy guy. cliché right? Roman was so heartbroken that he committed suicide by jumping off a cliff into the sea, calling out his love before jumping. Since then this town is lovers paradise, lovers around the world come to visit the spot Roman jumped from and call out their lovers name. Huh? I don't believe in all this I am in love of this place cause it's my home, there are some pristine

Red petals were scattered all over the floor and across the large bed like something from a romance movie. Soft music played from speakers hidden somewhere in the room. It was so romantic. Exactly the kind of scene women dream about. “What do you think? Do you like it?” he asked softly behind me. I forced a smile onto my face even though my chest felt tight. “It’s… beautiful.” Richard smiled faintly and stepped closer. “I wanted tonight to be special.” My stomach twisted painfully. I knew exactly what he meant. The room suddenly felt too hot and suffocating. "Hold on a moment."