Novel & Cerita True Romance Lines

Marcus wrapped both arms around him, holding him steady under the spray while the water rinsed away the evidence. “You okay?” Marcus asked quietly, lips brushing Ethan’s temple. Ethan laughed weakly. “I think you broke me.” “Good.” Ethan pulled back just enough to look at him, Marcus lips were still swollen and red, water dripping from his hair, that small, satisfied smile on his face. “You’re dangerous,” Ethan muttered. Marcus’s smile grew a fraction. “You keep coming back.” “Yeah.” Ethan leaned in and kissed him—slow, deep, tasting himself on Marcus’s tongue. “I do.”

Romeo should find Juliet before Kain changes his mind on keeping her alive. She said I love you at the end of the call and she meant it. I said it back. I always say it back within a reasonable beat. Too fast, and it may sound rehearsed. Too slow reads as reluctant. There's a window of about two seconds that lands as genuine and I've never missed it. I close the laptop and stand up and go to the window. The city is grinding along with its lights on. Sweet Tatiana. My secret girlfriend, sheltered to the point of suffocation.

“And what’s even crazier is that it’s literally the exact same scene from—” “Tragedies of True Hearts, yeah,” Jade cut in, lifting a mauve sweater and holding it up to her chest. The color pulled warm gold from her eyes. “You think he’s read it?” I snorted aloud, tipping my head back. “Tristain? Reading romance novels? Please. He probably only reads grim nonfiction or pretentious realistic fiction. There’s no way he’s touched something that unhinged.” Jade only hummed, unconvinced, draping another miniskirt over her arm. God—how many skirts could one person possibly need?

“So... bigger than I thought.” I felt him up slowly, getting used to his impressive thick monster and that made him breathe out raggedly. “Juliet,” he growled, his voice a warning. “If we cross this line, we don’t get to go back. Ever.” I stroked him once. Slow. Right from the base to its tip. He twitched in my hand. In the end, the monster between his legs revealed his true intention, even though he tried to hide from it. I chuckled in amusement. “I crossed the damn line a long time ago, Roman.” I stroked him slow again. “Crossed it every time I caught myself literally eye-fucking you.”

The emotional lines had been completely, irreversibly redrawn. As Terry’s lips brushed softly against hers—a slow, tender, and fiercely protective promise in the quiet darkness of the New York night—the first phase of their war against the world officially came to an end, and something real, unshakeable, and entirely their own began.

“Then, before this pack and under the Moon’s light, I seal this bond. What has been promised in spirit, is now forged in soul. May your union strengthen your people, and your love outlast the stars.” We repeated the final line together, our voices syncing: “We rise not alone—but united, Husband and Wife, one heart beneath the moon.” A soft wind swept through the trees, brushing the back of my neck like a blessing. Roman took a slow step toward me, his gaze never wavering. His hands found my waist, gentle but firm, grounding me. He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “I love you.” My heart caught in my throat. I smiled. “I know,” I whispered back. “I love you too.”

I will be kissing those lips, an intrusive thought suddenly appeared, and I internally screamed at myself for thinking that because this is most likely an error–a glitch in the system–something that has never happened before. "Vivienne?" I still hear Amy and Bianca talking to me and I still don't answer them. My eyes are still on the picture, still on the screen that read: "Congratulations! You have been Matched with: Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee III His Royal Highness, the Prince Third in line for the Throne"

The angry red lines on his chest faded slightly. My lips brushed one flat nipple. It pebbled instantly under the wet heat of my mouth. He groaned deeply, the sound heating my blood. I moved to the other side, giving it the same tender attention, and felt his fingers flex against my thighs. I kissed down his chest, reverent and slow, worshipping his body. Roman's head fell back against the pillow, his eyes closed in ecstasy. "Gods... it's working." "Roman," I whispered. He opened his eyes slowly.

“Fine. Say I agree to this ridiculous charade. It’s temporary. We make that clear.” A faint smile tugged at his mouth. “Define temporary.” “Until the press loses interest.” “That could be months.” “Then months.” His gaze lingered on her like he was memorizing the fire in her eyes. “Very well. Temporary.” She exhaled, just a little. “And rules.” “Rules?” “Yes.” She stepped closer, jabbing a finger at his chest. “Rule one: no actual romance. This is optics, not reality.” His mouth curved into something dangerously close to amusement. “You think I’d have to remind myself not to kiss you?”

“Would you please have this dance with me, my lady?” My stomach churned in happiness as I saw Tania’s hands clasps her mouth in excitement as she moved forward and placed her hands on his. Their dance was slow, filled with love and attention that I couldn’t help but imagine that it was me and Seven. I guess my wishes are just too much for my kind, because they’re just too worthy for me. And then it dawned on me right there that I might never have someone whose pair of hazel eyes would look into mine filled with love and togetherness.