Timeless Romance Novels Novels & Stories

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Hoping that one day I'll have someone to cherish and love. Moving swiftly to where my book collection was, I picked one that was titled, 'Perfect Chemistry' by Simone Elkeles. The love story of Brittany Ellis and Alex Fuentes is so beautiful. Two people from two different worlds falling in love has to be the most endearing sight ever. Maybe one day I might experience such love, until then I need to pack up these books before Natalie gets here. Putting all the books in a box, I checked the time on my phone and it was past 4 pm. I decided to wash up before she got here.

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Sleep would most definitely be eluding me tonight. But I didn’t particularly care. My big vice was romance novels. I just loved them. And the cheesier and sappier and more unrealistic they got, the more I invested myself in them because, by that point, it was pretty much only the emotions they seemed to evoke that mattered. They were just so yummy and fulfilling and...and amazing. I devoured them like potato chips, damning any sleepless-night consequences that might follow. So basically, I was pretty much determined to finish this entire book tonight.

She was the nanny, a 23 year old girl from a nowhere town, foolish enough to fall for a man who still wore his wedding band on a chain beneath his shirt. The eleven years between them felt like a chasm. He never looked at her with anything more than polite gratitude. His conversations with her were always about Esme’s day or Dorothy’s health. But her heart skipped a beat when his car pulled into the driveway, it warmed when she saw the rare smile that transformed his weary face and it ached with a want she knew was dangerous. One crisp autumn evening, after tucking Esme to her bed, Ellie heard him settle in the living room with a single glass of whiskey, the television casting a blue glow ov

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

Long enough for me to remember who I was before I met him. Turns out, I actually like romance novels. Not the tasteful literary romances Kenneth approved of. I’m talking absolutely shameless books with shirtless men on the covers, morally questionable billionaires, ridiculous amounts of tension, and enough spice to qualify as attempted arson. The kind Kenneth used to wrinkle his nose at. “Those books rot your brain, Jo.” Funny. I don’t think the books were the problem. I’ve also rediscovered cheesy rom-coms and psychological thrillers, all the goodies that Kenneth never agreed to watch with me because they were “too stupid” (the romcoms) and “too complicated” (the psych thrillers).

“Cas and I have been on for a month now, and I should’ve told you but you specifically said you didn’t know about my other fuck buddies.” Cas stood near the window, arms folded, watching me intently. “We didn’t want you to find out like this, though.” I could feel both their gazes on my body—the way the dress clung to my curves, the flush on my cheeks. “A whole month,” I whispered, voice husky despite myself. “You really are something Damien.” Damien stepped closer. “Baby, I love Caspian and I love you.” His voice dropped, that dominant tone I craved. “It’d only ever be the both of you for me.”

Veronica I didn’t know how God had created a man like my cook. He was almost unfair to look at. Far too attractive to be standing in my kitchen, calmly cooking and serving meals like it was nothing. He was young, probably mid-twenties, all lean muscle and quiet strength beneath his shirt. Handsome in that effortless way that made you look twice without meaning to. And compared to my husband… there was no comparison at all. I was sure even his cock would be even bigger and more irresistible.

It was too much and it was the only size left in the world. “Fuck,” Ash whispered, actually shaken. “Feel that.” Rook made a sound I had not heard from him. His forehead hit the back of my neck. They were both inside me. Moving would be small. It was still everything. They stacked their rhythm. Short. Careful in the way predators are careful with something they don’t want to break because they mean to keep it. Every grind rubbed them against each other inside me. The twin-bond must have been screaming. I could smell it, rut and pine and me.