Novel & Cerita Travel Romance Novels

"Mine is supernatural and mystery." "Am guessing you must like romance novels.... I mean all girls does...... " I shut the book am reading with a loud thud, cutting him shut. raising my head to give him a glare, I growl out in frustration. "I don't like romance novels, they are so cheeky and so unreal, I prefer supernaturals, especially were wolves. Satisfied." "Umh.... Almost." He smiles sheepishly. I rub on the tip on my nose with my fingers, massaging it softly.

I turn around and take a look at those. "They don't feel the same anymore", I tell him. He immediately frowns in confusion. "So, you got bored with ROMANCE?" "No. But there's a reason", I say, leaning against the shelf and placing my palm over the books. Then I slowly trace my hand over them. "And the reason is—" he leans back too, a foot of distance between us but we can clearly hear each other whispering. "People who read romance, mostly women—" I giggle. "They want to escape reality. So, they can find more beautiful things in fiction"

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

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" I reply. "We'll see. The heroine always denies her feelings at first in most romance novels. " she coos. "That's not true! And even if This Mansion were to be a novel, I'm pretty sure it would be horror and not romance! " I shot. "That's true. But who says a little romance isn't allowed in a horror novel? " she coos while wiggling her brows at me. "You're nuts! " I reply as I roll my eyes and look away while she just laughs.

I just sighed heavily. I also went upstairs to read. I really like reading some novels especially Romance genre. It feels real and my imagination is really working when I'm reading those scenes that I like. I imagined that I am the main character and wished that I have a happy ending with my partner. But most especially, the lessons of life.

She didn’t like the way her thoughts were going, but they wouldn’t stop. Let’s face it, it’s got all the classic ingredients of a holiday fling. Exotic setting, two adults who fancy each other, and opportunity. And what happens to holiday romances once you get on the plane ? The knock at the door sounded like bombs dropping. ‘Who is it?’ ‘Guy.’ She walked on eggshells to the door. He was all fresh, showered and smelling of shaving things. He wore a white polo shirt that made him look like an advertisement for suntan lotion.

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WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The sun finally dipped below the jagged horizon of the Blackwood Range, and with it, the human mask I wore during the day began to itch. I sat across from her in our small, cozy cottage-the domestic lie we lived. To her, I was Thorne, the quiet woodsman who had rescued her from the city's chaos. She didn't see the shadow that lived behind my eyes, nor did she feel the way my marrow burned with a hunger that only her blood and her sex could sate.

"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.