Top Ten Romance Novels & Stories

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

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.

Below us, Newvale City glittered at night like a fake starry sky. I shoved the window open, and the night air rushed in, icy and sharp, cutting through the pain for a second. It felt amazing. "Hey, Francis, what do you even like about me?" He paused, searching for words. "I'm not sure. The moment I saw you ten years ago, I just knew I had to have you." "Had to have me..." I snorted, a bitter edge to my laugh. "So, I never had a choice? I couldn't even just zone out and get through life?"

“And you, my love, ignite a fire within me, a passion that transcends the boundaries of time and mortality. I am forever grateful for the love we share.” Jonathan’s hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with mine in a gentle caress. He leaned forward with a tender smile, his forehead gently pressing against mine. At that moment, our souls seemed to merge as if we were two halves of a whole, perfectly united in love and understanding. I closed my eyes, relishing the warmth of his touch, the electric current that flowed between us. Time seemed to stand still as our foreheads touched, a silent promise passing between us. It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame

Unfortunately, he is not into girls. 'Is he busy?' He only thought. His boyfriend hadn't sent him a text since this morning. Chase has been in a relationship with a guy named Gerald for almost two years. This is not his first relationship. In fact, he has had many boyfriends before, but they didn't work out because they only betrayed him. But despite the betrayals he has encountered, Chase is still open to a relationship. Compared to his boyfriends before, Gerald is the only one who gives him real love and value.

he whispered, his breath brushing my mouth, “sell it.” The kiss landed slow, deliberate, nothing like the cocky show I’d braced for. My first instinct was to push him away, but my hand froze halfway, traitorous. He tilted his head, deepening it just enough that my heart thundered against my ribs. When he finally pulled back, I was too stunned to do more than stare. His thumb swept across my bottom lip like he was marking territory. “See? Believable.”

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.

When Nathan saw my face, he looked stunned. "Vivian Warner, what are you doing here?" he demanded. I lowered my head to apologize to the server and explained, "I came here looking for someone." Someone curiously asked Nathan, "Do you know her, Mr. Finch?" Nathan's grip tightened on his wine glass, his expression growing somber. "Yes, just an ex-girlfriend." Someone nearby said thoughtlessly, "You two were together for ten years. I thought you were each other's first love."

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

It was obvious he wanted Marsha to be jealous. Carrie pulled slightly away. ^Almost} Maybe you were right when you said there is no such thing as love. It is an overrated feeling connected with sexual compatibility. One thing you have in your favour though, if I get tired of sex, maybe Marsha will oblige!’ It had started out as a romantic conversation, but now Carrie felt Alexis stiffen.