True Romance Lines Novels & Stories

Selena said his name. He looked Selena in the eyes. “Be mine, Selena. For the rest of our lives, be my lover and wife.” “Ambrogio…” “Selena…” “Selena...” he muttered but couldn’t say out loud because his mouth couldn’t open. He attempted to move his body but failed once more. He attempted to move his finger but was unable to do so. To calm himself, he took a deep breath. “Selena...” he thought of his lover’s name once.

I'm having a hard time believing that Luca Fontaine, of all people, thinks these things about me. "You also said we needed chemistry," I say, trying to shift the subject away from my alleged presence. "How can we know that before we've even acted together?" I risk a glance up at him, and the curl of his lips is positively mischievous. "Trust me," he says, reaching up and brushing a stray bit of hair away from my temple. "When you've done this as many times as I have, you just know." One side of his smile creeps a little higher, and the effect is devastatingly handsome. "You can feel it. Frankly, I'm surprised that you don't feel it, too." His hand slides from my temple down to my jaw. He hoo

“Enough!” I screeched tired of his games, while now he is nice I know his kindness will end when the sun rises. He slowly kisses my unsuspecting lips, while I close my eyes without hesitation. “Just give me this chance.” He whispers to me with his champagne-scented breath. “Give me one more night.” He asks me as his brown eyes fill with tears. I fall exhausted before his nostalgic gaze, while we both undress completely, to share a small tub where he massages every part of my body, while the most obvious hiding places of my body are found with great ease by that clever man.

“I want to protect you from any wind and storm.” “Can I, Nina?” Nina was lost for words, her heart melted. Those cheesy lines were like the most touching words that she ever heard. She tilted her head and blinked her eyes, “You've never been in a relationship before?” “Never, I swear.” He raised up three fingers like a boy scout. “But you were so cool when you said those lines. It’s like you memorized a script.” “…” Michael was amused. How did his romantic confession turn into something funny to her?

"So she can see the northern valley lines from her desk." Travis raised his face, his silver eyes wide, filled with an intense, obsessive gratitude as he looked up at his fated mate . He didn't demand a wealthy political match or try to force a ring onto her finger . He just held his daughter’s hand while his fated mate’s touch rested against his skin, realizing with absolute, unyielding certainty that while their path had been caked in blood and sorrow, the shadow of the false crown was officially gone and their true kingdom was finally blooming under the morning sun .

I continued to watch my mate interact with Cam and a few other students. Zaff wasn’t too happy about her being around those boys but once we got a smell and we found out that they were humans, so he calmed down. I was about to speak to Faye but their teacher hands me two sheets with our lines; glancing over the lines, the first sheet is when Romeo and Juliet first met- “Now everyone, when you’re saying your lines, make sure you have the right emotions. Which person in line will read one line then the next will read one line and so on.”, the teacher says, “Now, let’s get started.”

A mysterious message flashed across the screen: "This is only the beginning… the real game is just starting. Are you ready?" Sophia leaned close, reading over his shoulder. “Looks like calm was temporary.” Luke chuckled softly, eyes meeting hers, dark with promise. “Then we prepare… together. No surprises we can’t handle.” They laughed, kissed, and intertwined once more, a storm of desire and love building between them. The city lights sparkled, a reflection of their journey, the battles they survived, and the fiery love that had carried them through.

I knelt on the bed, wrapped my hands around his neck, my boobs pressing against his bare chest, and sealing his lips in a desperate kiss. “I want you… please,” I said between the kiss. He made us fall on the bed, placing one hand under my head, before prying my hands off his neck. He held my hand to the bed, intertwining his fingers in mine. He guided himself to my entrance and eased in slowly. I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut in… pleasure? He groaned, sliding slowly. “More… faster,” I moaned. “Damn it!” As if he had been restraining himself and waiting for my consent, he instantly increased his pace, groaning in pleasure.

Anita cuts Tina off, the latter nodding agreeing to what Anita had planned out. “Let's do this.” Tina smiled and both friends clicked their glass cups, a sly smirk on their lips. *** Immediately Juliet opened the door, a strong hands pulled her and her body landed in the warm embrace of her boyfriend, Red. “I missed you.” He muttered a groan into her ear which sent a tingling sensation down her body, he then kissed her on her cheeks. Juliet smiled as she in turn wrapped her hands around his strong muscular body, “I missed you too, Charming.”

I could almost taste the sweetness, a promise of the joy that awaited us. Finally, I reached the altar, where Tristan stood waiting. His eyes held mine, and in that gaze, I saw our future—a tapestry woven from shared dreams, laughter, and unwavering love. Marco gently placed my hand in Tristan's, his gaze lingering a while on Tristan, his gaze saying: "Take extra care of her. "Tristan nodded slightly as if understanding the unspoken command by merely looking at his eyes. As soon as our hands touched, I felt an electric current pass between us. His grip was warm and reassuring, and in that moment, the world around us melted away.