The Big Romance Novels & Stories

“Thank you.” Poppy raised a third finger. “Rule number three. If you’re fighting because of romance, stay away from breakfast.” I froze. “Who taught you the word romance?” Sebastian asked, staring at Poppy with a flat expression. Poppy chewed her croissant. “Auntie Rhea.” I looked at the ceiling. “Of course.” Poppy pointed at the picture on the phone, which was now lying on the counter. “That’s romance fighting.” “No,” I said.

“Last year, on this day, our Big Brother had a candlelight dinner. I helped set it up on a cruise ship for the launch party—covered in roses from the entrance all the way to the bedroom. I’ve never seen so many petals in my life.” Calvin looked unimpressed. “Old-fashioned.” “Hiss—!” Scar’s fractured hand throbbed in pain, but his curiosity pushed through. “What about you?” Him? He’d never done anything remotely romantic for Adriana—definitely nothing as cliché as sending flowers. Adriana huffed, “Nothing! He’s done absolutely nothing!” Scar received two messages loud and clear: These two were definitely a couple. The guy wasn’t romantic at all. Scar had tagged along with Big Brother enough t

I have heard those lies over and over again in the last three years. Every time I got him a little pissed, he would hit and then claim he didn't know what got into him. “Please! Baby please listen to me…” he cried, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket. My breath hitched. “I know I messed up, but we can fix this. Marry me, Rubby. I love you. We both made mistakes, but we can move past this. Trisha was just a one-time fling, and I know you don't love Alexander or whatever his name is. Please don't leave me, baby; I swear I love you,, please…”

(POV: Oma) Monday had arrived. The two lifetimes we had promised each other in the dark were now breaking ground in the light. The vintage Rambler wound its way down the narrow, gravel driveway of the cabin, the tires crunching softly against the stones as the Big Sur coastline faded into our rear-view mirror. By the time the jagged cliffs transitioned into the sprawling, multi-lane highway leading into San Diego, the quiet insulation of our honeymoon had morphed into a electric, anticipatory energy.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

They both burst into laughter. The next day, Robert and Megan packed their belongings and put them in the car. They were leaving for California today. Elder Sofia then ran up to Mr. Robert as he got into his car and said, "I'm going to miss you so much! Mr. Robert quickly kissed Elder Sofia. Regarding romance, age is not an obstacle for two people to express their feelings through romantic acts. Mr. Robert's romantic act certainly made every Crescent Pack couple jealous. "I call them the Romeo and Juliet of the Crescent Pack." Megan suddenly whispered to Beta Noah, who was standing next to her.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

My cheeks turn red, as I listen to his romantic words. “Thank you.” I thank him while smiling graciously. “Do you want to dance?” He asks me with a smile on his lips, while I look closely at my high heels. “Yes.” I answered, not very sure, while he took me by the arm and took me to the dance floor, while the song By Your Side by Tokio Hotel played. While he dances with me, I run my hands along his broad back. Seconds later, I see Abby and Dr. Mark also come to the dance floor. She looks very excited while he looks very tired of her.