True Romance Lines Novels & Stories

I didn't want to push too far just a shot in the dark that we just might be one. "There is a lot more about me that you need to know Scarlett but whatever will be, I'll never let you go away. No chance. Don't know what we have shared right now..." I cut him in between. "It's the best intimacy we have shared Eric. For me, honesty is the best intimate thing two can share. We have shared the intimacy of thoughts. No physical desire can ever match this." I completed. Eric James Winslet Her words were intoxicating. Just to love. She did not even ask to be loved. It was rapture enough just to sit there beside her in silence, alone in that cold night in the white splendor of shine with the wind blo

“What? She almost screamed but she felt a hand cover her mouth. She calmed down when she saw that it was Adon who pulled her. “Whoa whoa, what’s wrong with you, it’s too early to be this mad. Who are you mad at anyways” “Nicklaus!! he’s the total opposite of you and he’s getting on my nerves. “I apologize on his behalf. Please, for me you’ll have to bear with him, okay..”. Shirley took in breath and released them at interval while waiting for Adon to speak. “What’s our plan”? He finally spoke. “We go with both. Show little gesture that interprets love and the second will be our own little secret”. Sarah said lowly like whispers. They did high five giggling like little kids who just got candy

“Make me yours, Jonathan.” I whispered in a seductive tone, closing the distance between our lips. The desire to feel him inside me overwhelmed me, and I longed for our souls to merge forever, untouchable by anyone who would dare to separate us. “It’s unbelievable that this moment has finally arrived, the day I’ll claim you. I’ve been eagerly awaiting this day, which felt like an eternity. Thank you, my angel, for never giving up on me. I love you so much. You are a precious gift from God.” He confessed, his eyes brimming with love and deep desire as he gazed at me.

“I love you too, Rachel - but it’s not enough. This isn’t one of your romance novels. In real life sometimes the boy doesn’t get the girl,” Thin lines of wet mascara began cascading down Rachel’s face and Alex gently wiped her cheek with the back of his hand. He kissed the dampness on her face, his lips tender and loving. When they returned to the darkness of their room, they made love with a white hot passion so intense, it caused their once brilliant star to explode into a giant super nova.

“But—” “So, honestly,” I went on brightly, “I think the time we spend on this journey to save your mother will give us the perfect opportunity to become familiar with each other so you can fall in love with me without the mark.” His brow furrowed with doubt. “My lady, I don’t think—”

Together. As passion continued to envelop us, I lost myself in the intimacy of our gestures. Romain watched me, as if he were engraving every detail of my face in his mind. In his eyes, I found the promise of an eternal love, the kind of love that never dies, even in the face of life's storms. We continued to explore this world we had created, our hands intertwined, tracing our dreams through every whisper, every kiss, and every tender gesture. It was a dance between two souls, two hearts beating in unison, a vibrant echo of shared passion.

“To love, trust, and truth.” “To us,” Sarah replied, smiling. Alex clapped his tiny hands in excitement, adding, “To us!” After Alex was asleep, Damon led Sarah into the bedroom. Their kiss was long, slow, and intense, a continuation of the night they had shared before. Clothing was discarded with urgent need, hands exploring, lips devouring, and breaths mingling in a rhythm born of relief, passion, and love. Damon’s hands roamed Sarah’s body as she arched toward him, matching every movement, every sigh. The months of fear, danger, and deception dissolved into the heat of their union.

“CONTINUE.” With a tiny sob, I gripped the paper tightly to muster more strength to suppress the incoming climax and added in irregular stammers, “For richer… for poorer—oh God—-in sickness… IN HEALTH! Ha… ha… until death do us part…. “ I stared at the next line, holding my breath. “You stop now, we end everything, Juliette. EVERYTHING.” He planted his lips on the middle of my back and sucked hard. I was soaked to the brim with euphoria that I could hardly keep myself up. Crushing the paper in my hand I muttered, “I will love and honour you….”

“Let’s look into each other’s eyes, like we’re spending hours gazing at the starlit sky ...and counting stars, like we’re meeting once again in the streets with a full and wide, welcoming smile, …and exploring unknown lanes, like we’re telling each other stories of the pauper and the hazel-eyed princess …and of everything that adds colour to life! Let’s just look into each other’s eyes…just keep looking into… until we know…we don’t have to tell anymore: we are in love!” I remembered those lines. I had written something similar and had given it to her on our third date. But those lines were not exactly the same as mine. They were different. Only the images were same: the star gazing in a star

‎ ‎Lines they didn’t cross. ‎But almost did. ‎And soon, she realized, almost would no longer be enough. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎