True Romantic Novels & Stories

“It’s not. I find it romantic.” “Romantic?” She was the only one who shared a different opinion. “Let me hear your take on the subject.” Thalia wiggled her eyebrows. “Romantic in the sense that you won’t allow anyone to dictate how you two will live. Romantic in the sense that it will be you against the world, but you continue choosing each other. It’s lovely, isn’t it? I mean finding the man who will accept you for who you are.” “And he will accept you regardless of the little things you can also offer. Yes. But it seemed like those only existed in romantic films. In reality, no man would not hurt you at all.”

Our bodies intertwined, our skin glistened with sweat, and our hearts filled with a profound sense of connection. Jonathan looked at me with a tender smile, his hand caressing my cheek. “My Angel, you are everything to me. I never knew that love could be so powerful, so consuming.” I smiled back, my fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “And you, Jonathan, are my eternal love. I never thought I could experience such passion and intimacy with anyone.”

I love watching movies. Where I live? I live in a small town named Roselli, weird name right? But there is a legend behind it. There was a girl named Roselli, and she was in love with a guy named Roman, they were madly in love, but Roselli's father didn't approve of their love and married her off to some wealthy guy. cliché right? Roman was so heartbroken that he committed suicide by jumping off a cliff into the sea, calling out his love before jumping. Since then this town is lovers paradise, lovers around the world come to visit the spot Roman jumped from and call out their lovers name. Huh? I don't believe in all this I am in love of this place cause it's my home, there are some pristine

he told her. “That’s good,” said Nora, “because I actually have an idea about that.” “About Ares?” said Roman. “What kind of idea do you have about him?” “If mates are real, True Love is too, right?” Roman nodded. “True Love is a powerful magic of its own.” “I think we should have Ares kiss Winter.” “She’s a statue.” “She’s still a person,” said Nora, “and if they are mates, then Ares kissing her should bring her back.”

"Harv, I only did it because I'm too much in love with you! I desperately wanted to make you mine! Please forgive me!" Harvey eyed her in disgust before hurriedly explaining to me, "Sammy, those videos are all fake. She manipulated the angles and edited them to make it seem like something they weren't. "Nothing ever happened between us. Let's patch things up, Sammy. I won't ever meet up with Tiana again." Chuckling, I pulled up the video of them kissing during the engagement ceremony. "Nothing ever happened between you two, huh? You guys even kissed. Are you going to tell me this was the product of a manipulated camera angle too? Don't tell me you hired actors to put on the engagement ceremo

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

I want to yell and cuss, but that could push her further away from me. "I found the notebook," I say. I absolutely hate that movie, but I know she may like it. "We don't have to watch that, Roman," she is quick to reply. That movie will probably hurt her heart, my wolf hisses at me. All women want true love and a man who will go through hell for them. You showed her you're not the romantic type he trails off as we look at her. She is looking out the window, probably wishing she was anywhere, but here.

Because she knew he wasn't seeking pleasure, he was seeking certainty, refuge, truth. They did it slowly. Crying, breathing into each other. Moaning between whispers. Roman rammed into her with restrained need, as if he wanted to melt into her, engrave himself on her body so he wouldn't forget that he was still capable of love. That someone still loved him. And when it was over, there were no words. Only ragged gasps. New tears and the exhausted body of a man who, at last, was able to sleep... embraced by the only person who didn't let him go.

Lauren could only feel perplexed. ..... .... .... Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. The truth is a snare: you cannot have it, without being caught. You cannot have the truth in such a way that you catch it, but only in such a way that it catches you. ...... .....