True Romance Lines Novels & Stories

John braked the car suddenly. "Look at me girl." He said taking my face and looking into my eyes. "The only thing I can tell you right now is that time is the best answer to whatever you're feeling. It's very recent, yes, but a real feeling doesn't have a time or place to happen, you know. It doesn't exist. date, you can be in love, it was love at first sight and that happens. Just wait for it to happen, I don't want you to get hurt and even if it does, you'll have my shoulder to cry on." John kissed me on the cheek.

We both are still kissing. Then Iru released me and said, "Now it's time to travel through my wife. Well, I am already smashing her." Her lines are just wow. I am damn sure that I am fully red now. She drops kisses on my eyes and now she is getting down. Neck to the chest. I can't help just moaning her name. The way she fondles my breasts is like those are the most precious things on the earth to her.

I was simply someone he could throw away whenever he felt like it. Jessica's visit finally broke the silence. When Zach saw her, he was stunned for a second. She squeezed through the door and threw her arms around him, looking up with a bright smile. "Annie's finally dead! There is justice in this world, after all! Now there's no one between us, Zach. You don't need to marry her and spend your whole life making up for your mistakes or worry about facing her again. We can finally love each other freely!" She was beaming, her eyes full of dreams for the future.

The promise of a life chosen freely. Liam tilted her chin up gently and kissed her. It wasn’t the kind of kiss meant to dazzle or display. It was slow, reverent, full of everything unsaid. She felt the warmth of his mouth against hers and the faint salt of her own tears. In that moment, there were no ghosts left between them, only light, only love. When they finally pulled apart, Amara pressed her forehead against his, her tears mingling with laughter. “No line was ever too far to cross for us,” she said softly.

his touch is light, almost too innocent but he knows what he's doing to her" a sly smile forms on his lips as he sees her reaction Her face flushes beetroot red as his hands move slowly on the thin fabric of her dress" she curses under her breath her body threatening to betray her You're so innocent' Violet" he says mischievously behind her ear closing the space between them as they move to the music, dancing slowly like lovers She holds her breath" the tension unspoken between them as they dance in silence" we have a lot to talk about he says twirling her around Like what she asks her breathing quickening as she slams back on his rock hard chest when he pulls her back"

“Tell me this is real.” She cupped his face, grounding them both. “It’s real.” He kissed her again, slower this time, every movement deliberate, every touch purposeful. And when he finally slid into her, it wasn’t rushed. It was deep and aching and full of things they hadn’t dared say out loud yet. They moved together, slow and sinuous, like they had all the time in the world. Like this wasn’t just lust. It was everything they couldn’t say with words—fear, longing, love, all rolled into a rhythm that made the rest of the world disappear.

I touch his back, his shoulders, until I cup his cheek in my hand, holding the one I love even closer. Our noses nuzzle together and we smile. Then, we dip into a passionate kiss. Clothes are peeled off as we press our bare, warm skin together. Though we’ve had each other so many times before, each time only gets better. “Lucas, I love you,” I whisper. “I love you too, darling. More than anything in the world.” We mate in the light of the moon shining into our bedroom. Waves of pleasure follow us into the night. And finally, everything feels right.

Do they think I cannot really control my feelings? Was I that stupid? “Could be.” My eyes flew at Bianca who was staring at me. Did my thoughts just leak out from my mouth? I squinted my eyes at her. “I mean… Didn’t they say that even the brightest man becomes a fool in terms of love?” I simpered before taking another sip. “Mind to elaborate?” Mind to elaborate. Hah! Funny how a famous romance writer faces dilemma understanding the truth behind this loophole. “Hope you don’t take this negatively, Rebecca.” She kept the same stare that shows care and pure intention.

I decided to slice my wrist very carefully, about as deep as a paper cut, giving me the few drops of blood that I need, and yet still heal within a few hours. I drip my blood onto the paper, then I turn to Ansel, he knows what I want by the look on my face, he doesn't say a word, just reaches out his arm to me so I can make the same cut on his wrist that I made on mine. I catch his blood as it drips off his arm and I add it to the drops of my own. They swirl and smoke as they mix, the smoke suddenly flashes bright red, then our blood turns dark purple. I finish the spell, stand up and walk over to Ansel. He is still sitting in the center of the bed, just watching me, I lean in and kiss him.

His voice must me angelic and equals his limitless beauty. I desire the long desired mate bond. The unexplainable love shared by mate. The undying romance. His romantic gestures towards me. I desire everything!. His hot breath heaving over my sensitive neck. He tongue romancing my lips whenever we kiss or s*x.. I desire them all So I really pray he awakens. *** A loud growl pull me off my fantasy. I instantly fall roughly to the ground. My spines smash with a heavy thud. I wince.