Romans & histoires Tragic Romance Novels

“The title was Taming Sunrise. The story is about twins whose bond was tested when a man named Caleb entered the picture. Dawn, the heroine was a man-hater while Caleb was a girl magnet. These two who has an opposite personality has to cease fire to help the other twin – Dusk with her role. This book is filled with humor, romance and… spicy scenes so I do not recommend it to our young readers.” “I think I have a new book to hunt.” She chuckled. “Now, you mentioned the High School Love Affair earlier which was released last month, it was astonishing to see the progress of your book. It was immediately labeled as sold out in bookstores and was announced as bestseller worldwide. What do you fee

Says a married lady who was caught kissing her ex boyfriend few days ago" she teased and I gasped and tried hitting her, but she ran away. "You're so annoying - you know that?" I grinned playfully. By that time, we had gotten to the bookstore and we both walked in together. But come to think of it; what would tomorrow be like?. I mean valentine. You know, it was going to be my first valentine with my...husband. Nicole quickly got the book she wanted and we left afterwards. As soon as we got outside, we saw something...crazy. It was Blair - taking selfies in front of a flashy car.

I tried again, though the word came out softer than I intended. He didn’t answer. Instead, his lips moved slowly against mine again, lingering this time, and the quiet intensity of the moment made my heart beat wildly against my ribs. His thumb brushed lightly along my jaw. The small gesture sent a shiver down my spine. My fingers curled unconsciously into the fabric of his shirt. For someone who always looked so calm and controlled, Vincenzo kissed like a man who had been starving. When his mouth shifted slightly and his teeth caught my lower lip in a gentle tug, a soft gasp escaped me before I could stop it.

And the most dangerous part of all was how easily he made me forget that he was just the cook. Victor, my husband was much older than I was. He was in his late forties, while I was in my early thirties. It hadn’t been a love marriage. I had been pushed into it by my parents for his wealth, and I had accepted it because survival had sounded better than rebellion. Back then, I hadn’t thought I had much of a choice. My father had made sure of that.

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves. My eyes widened. "My lady, I'm your husband… Shouldn't we be spending our wedding night together?" A snort of laughter came from the players' table. A muscular man named James Gibson shook his head and said, "Never seen someone this stupid. You walked right into it. The ghost bride needs a human sacrifice, sure. However, she also needs a husband. And any player who becomes her husband gets chopped into pieces. She hates men the most." I had just escaped one death trap and walked straight into another!

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

“It is just a novel.” “It. Is. Just. A. Novel.” He picked a fluffy romance book and thrust it into my hands forcefully. “But, it can affect your mood. So, you are allowed to read only those stories that make you happy.” I bit my lower lip as I browsed through the pages of the book; briefly glancing at the ending. What Kain didn’t understand was that such happy endings hurt more than the tragic ones. They filled me with a longing I knew could never be fulfilled. They reminded me of everything that I could never have.