Tamil Romantic Novels & Stories

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

My mind snapped back to reality and I shoved myself off of him, cheeks red hot with embarrassment. “S-sorry” I said, wringing my hands together before looking him in the eyes. “Thank you, truly. You saved my life back there…?” “Elliot. Elliot Bishop, but you can just call me Eli" he stuck his hand out. “Tamara Jones” I firmly shake his surprisingly soft hands. “Tamara. That’s a pretty name.” “Well Eli, it’s a very fine pleasure to meet you. That was a very brave thing for you to do. How did you get us out, by the way?” The fuzzy memory of him potentially jumping off the cliff flashed in my mind.

“And because they are made by men, such men still hold the exclusive right to suspend its operation.” He smelled her hair, closed his eyes, and moaned, “Uh … this smell so nice.” He whispered. “I have missed this smell and many more.” “It is what you chose. You can’t blame anyone for it.” “I did it for us, babe.” “You did it for us and you never bother to ask how I feel about it before you went ahead?” she fired at him. “You know you are the only woman I ever loved.” “What happened to Tasha, the lady you were dating before I joined the company?”

The bright lights went out, and the steady smoke from the smoke machine created this air of mystery that caused everywhere to grow silent. Someone climbed the stage before proceeding slowly to the mic. We watched as she held the mic, waiting with bated breaths for something, anything. And then we heard the sweetest low voice in the history of low voices. The strum of the guitar sounded softly before a red spot light settled on her face. Her violet eyes were the first thing that grabbed me. Just like the first time, I couldn't look away even if I wanted to. It was magnet. As she sang, those beautiful pupils painted every emotion for each line, taking us on a journey of no return. We were all

Mandy made an effort to move at a decent pace. “I’m glad you’re keeping it professional. You seem really sweet, Mandy. Too sweet.” “What the heck is that supposed to mean?” She was glad the office was forty feet away. “Mr. Salvo only breaks hearts,” Gina said. “He’s not romantic. He’ll never tear himself away from his work enough to actually care about anyone else.”

I didn't realize all eyes were on me at that point. “Seems you’ve got your hands quite busy, Ellie…” Jasmine teased, forcing me to turn my attention to them. “You were sounding so unsure of coming over here, but look at you now, all smiles and giggles. You're quite lucky that you ran into Troy Maddox, he's the hottest quarterback in the province.” “Wow…” I let out as that sounded like a big deal. “Let's see how it goes…” I couldn't wait to see how it all turned out to be.

He walked me towards the stage and we both started to dance for the song from the Tamil movie "Kadhal Kondaen." 🎵"Nenjodu Kalanthidu Uravale... Kayangal maranthidu anbe...."🎵 [Translation: Come to my heart. let’s forget the wound, my love] What a lovely song but in the movie the hero has not destined to live with the heroine that was kinda sad because she gave her heart to another person and consider the hero as her best friend. We moved at the rhythm of the song slowly. He held my waist while I rested my hand on his chest.

he replied and made my heart flatter once more. .... We had been spending some time together until it was sunset. I know he wanted to make me happy and I know he is trying with all he can. I know he loves me and I know I love him with all I got and I'm gonna keep loving him for what he is, no matter what. " I never took you for the romantic type, Liam!" " I'm not" " Such a lier" I reply punching him on the shoulder. " I'm not..." he said. " I'm only romantic with you. And I wanna do this only for you CERC!"

Since those were the saner emotions, I chose to focus on them. “I can’t get enough of you,” he said as he graced my womanhood with his index finger. “I want to take you again and again and again.” With the guilt of Marc out of the equation, I was able to revel in the attention my handsome boyfriend, turned doctor, paid me. After years of clumsy sex with computer geeks who literally talked shop while performing, it was marvelous to be in a relationship with someone who was capable of such romance and adept ministrations. I arched my hips to allow him freer access to my most intimate area.