The Best Romance Novels & Stories

"I couldn't say that I'm not a firm believer of love, nor am I an expert in the subject to claim to know it all. But, hearing this from someone who writes such moving romances is kind of a shock..." "Everyone knows that romance is a beautiful fiction. The reason why I'm good at writing romance is because I know what are people's deepest desires and hopes, what they want to see the reality they dream of. I simply mold all those into my characters and have them reach the ultimate form of happiness in their fantasies,"

Somehow, he managed to send my self esteem through the rough by fucking me through countless orgasms while whispering about how he loved every inch of me and why I was worthy of nothing but the absolute best. And Blake? Blake was the absolute best, the peak of gentility and true romance.

Like him, Romana is a very calm person who seems to have no trouble that she can't handle well. "I wanted to ask, what did you like about Vincent? Why did you choose him to marry?" Of all people, why is that cheater? If he wasn't thinking about their relationship as siblings, he might have crushed that man's face last night. A smile escaped Romana's lips. "Because he made me feel loved despite my nasty behavior. That not everything can be bought with money. He made me concede that I am a woman who deserves to be loved by a man like him."

Chelsea “The day has finally arrived. Two whole years with what feels like a lifetime's worth of the best memories. I used to believe that partnerships with this much love could only be found in the romantic movies that you always mock me for viewing. But here we are, a year later, and you have shown that you are wrong (despite your argument that rom-com gives me and the rest of the female population false hope — so I guess you have proven yourself wrong as well).

He wants to approach his girlfriend and hug her. “Bro, your partner is beautiful. Have you become friends yet?” Tristan looked at the two men who were talking. He recognized that it was Cyril’s friend. The one he’s asking about is the best man, whose eyes he wanted to gouge out every time he caught him staring at his girlfriend. “She seemed snobbish, bro. I smiled a while ago and wanted to introduce myself, but it seems like I’m not seen.” Tristan grinned when he heard the best man’s answer.

Kingsley's lavish mansion is illuminated by the golden rays of the setting sun, creating a fascinating atmosphere for Liam's fifth birthday celebration. Music, laughter, and the vivid hues of balloons and streamers fills the garden. With endless energy, a few children run around, their laughter mingling with the gentle murmur of adult conversation. With his arm loosely around Louisa's waist in a romantic manner, Kingsley steps close to the imposing fountain. They share a look that says it all: years of hardships, miscommunications, and heartache has brought them to this point, stronger and more in love than ever.

Of the way he was pulling me closer and closer until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. I looked away, clutching the blanket in my lap. “You don’t make it easy, Roman.” His hand brushed my cheek, coaxing me to look back at him. His touch was warm, grounding, even as his eyes smoldered with something that made my stomach flip. “It’s not supposed to be easy,” he murmured. “The best things never are.” For a moment, the world seemed to narrow to just him, his face inches from mine, his breath ghosting across my skin.

'They are diabolical! "Well, Colm, what are we watching?" Celly asked. Colm smiled, "I appreciate being included." He slid his arms off the sofa and wrapped them around the girls pulling them close to his sides. "I figured, I should show you both how sophisticated and romantic I am." He smiled. "Let's watch Roman Holiday. I love Audrey Hepburn, or if you ladies prefer romance with some comedy The Princess Bride is a great classic and I'm sure you both will swoon over Wesley and his sword skills." Colm winked at Ang.

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”