The Big Romance Novels & Stories

He ended up at a table with the rest of the office. “Have you noticed how popular the CEO romance genre is yet?” Robert asked him. “We keep a tally and it’s definitely the most popular.” Zach had most certainly noticed that CEO romances popped up the most in his inbox followed by Italian billionaire playboys. “I have, do you know why that is?” Rose cleared her throat.

And I had to follow through on that promise with Daniel, who, if what Kelly said was true, was more fragile than I had realized. Thinking of his enthusiastic responses in bed—and on the living room floor, and in the shower, and that was just a few items checked off my to-do list—fragile didn't quite seem the right word. But then I remembered Daniel's shy habit of hiding his face when he was emotional, or the mind-boggling fact that no one seemed to have ever romanced him before, or his insecurity over my past relationship with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Yes, my boy and his best girl both needed my reassurance, and the sooner and more often, the better. Well, was I an actor or wasn't I? Surely

Laura squealed happily, after taking it into a long consideration, they've decided to visit Britaris, Laura has never been there before and would be honored to visit where all these persky vampire males grew up. "I have to get back to work, I'll pick you after work.." Rowan stated pecking her lips, releasing himself from her hold. "Alright, see ya.. I'll be in my office.." Laura pouts walking away, he always uses work as an excuse and never has time for her, she just hopes their trip to Britaris will be a success, so she can have Rowan to herself for a whole month, it's high time, they start behaving like real couples.

This was as good an apology as she would ever get it… She knew it was his way of telling her that he knew she deserved a better setting for her first time, but that she couldn’t expect him to be a romantic partner. “As memorable as it could be,” she nodded at him, a lazy blissful smile stretching her lips. She had half a mind to tell him it had been everything she had hoped for and more, but she couldn’t. This was Roman freaking Bianchi. He was a mafia boss, and he didn’t do romance as far as she knew. Before long, they left the dimly lit bar, with Rose limping a little bit, her soreness both tingling with pleasure and slightly painful at the same time.

“Wanna know why I don’t like these cheesy films?” “Because you have no heart?” “No,” he said, slipping onto the couch beside her and tugging her legs across his lap. “Because even at their best, those guys could never fuck you like I do.” Hema gasped. “Zayden—” He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “You want a rom-com? I’ll give you one. But in mine, the guy walks into the girl’s life like a storm, ruins her world, makes her beg, then builds her an empire with her name tattooed across his chest.”

“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.

The mother and son would not even see death coming if things were to go tense with the mayoress. However, he really could not endure the unfair treatment. Third Brother’s ex-wife behaved obediently with Benedict when he was rich but left him now that he was penniless. Once again, he was all alone. Frustrated, he went to the nightclub to vent out his anger. He lit a cigarette and began smoking after spending the night with one of the women. For reasons unknown to himself, he suddenly started chatting with the prostitute. The woman in her late 30s was named Yvonne Cook. She was over ten years older than Benedict. The two of them clicked instantly and felt as if they had known each other all al

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

“Dealer’s choice.” Luca flipped to N*****x and began browsing. “What’s your type?” he asked. “In movies?” “No, in men,” Luca deadpanned, and Asher burst into a short laugh. “Smart ass. You pick.” Luca hesitated. Then, with the smallest grin, he selected a film, something understated and soft. A queer indie romance. Set in a sleepy town, with characters who looked nothing like them and yet said everything they never could out loud. Halfway through, Luca reached for Asher’s hand. Their fingers twined. No words. No need for them.

and gave a smile to her. he turned to me and said, "Shall we go in?" Once we got seated in the theatre, I asked Aiden, "What kind of movie is this?" He held my hand and said, "Romance." 'Shit!' "Don't you like romance?" 'Did he hear it?' He gave me a nod and said, "Sorry for taking you to a movie you don't like." "It's fine. To be honest, I have never seen a romance. That's why I said that. It's not bad to see something new too. let's watch this one."