True Romantic Novels & Stories

“So many of your new fans are all watching you.” Abel looked at her in puzzlement. “What are you trying to say?” “I’m just curious. My husband’s driving skills are so good, and his looks are outstanding. Didn’t he have a romantic encounter when he was racing in the past?” Ruth joked. Abel was speechless. “A romantic encounter?” Ruth took a sip of her wine and asked even more directly, “Well, it’s called a romantic encounter when someone barges into your room at night and sleeps with you.”

" I said as I drummed my fingers on the countertop, suddenly anxious. "Of course," she said, putting a hand on my hand to stop my fiddling. She speaks in this way that makes you think you're boring her, but she listens and she cares. And she knows how nervous I am lately about my fate and Finn's. "The app usually Matches people who have been together for a while. You and your prince charming will live happily ever after. Trust me." "A while," I echoed. "Huh?" She raised her eyebrows. "You said, 'a while.' We haven't really been dating for a while, and I–"

She pressed her lips together, judging from the bulge under his boxer, she was going to have the time of the night. They stood face to face, closest than they’ve ever been since the moment they met. She can smell the soft scent of his perfume that he’d probably sprayed around his chest and neck. A faint smell of cedarwood or tobacco Vanille or somewhere in between. She secretly inhaled him. There was something about Richard that she will not be able to forget, his wonderful smell. “No kissing,” she said. “Why?” “Because … sex is a matter of the body … kissing … is something else entirely, it’s sacred … “

Then a slow, soft smile spread across his lips- the kind that made him look almost human, almost gentle, even though I knew the darkness still lurked just beneath. “Whatever you want, baby,” he murmured, kissing my forehead. “A movie sounds perfect.” He got up and browsed through the streaming apps on the TV. “What kind do you want? Action? Thriller? Or something soft?” “Romcom,” I said quietly, already changing into my soft silk shorts and a loose top. The fabric felt cool against my still-sensitive skin. I climbed into bed, pulling the blanket over my legs. Tristan chose a popular romantic comedy and dimmed the lights before sliding into bed beside me. He immediately pulled me between his

They’re only quiet when they’re drinking. “True love, you’re true to yourself. I mean, you feel the most “you” around her. You never have to walk on eggshells with what you say. You rarely fight, and when you don’t agree on anything, you can have a rational conversation about it. She’s your best friend, which is that you can tell her everything, and you accept her inside and out. You never worry; no matter how much he flirts with others, you know who you are to her. It will support you in everything you desire, especially your dreams. She will not be a hindrance to you. You guys are fond of hanging out together. True love is patient and kind and boastful- no matter how cliché it may sound. Y

“Last night wasn’t a mistake, Rox. It was… it was too real. Too honest. Too much.” ‎ ‎“Then why are you pulling away?” she asked, voice barely a whisper. ‎ ‎“Because I don’t know how to hold you and not break everything around us.” His voice dropped. “Including you.” ‎ ‎Her chest tightened. “You’re being unfair.” ‎ ‎“I know.” ‎ ‎She stood from the bed, facing him, arms wrapped around herself. “You can’t confess everything you feel, kiss me like that, hold me all night— then wake up and act like reality is suddenly inconvenient.”

So dangerous, so beautiful so so. I never thought l could ever in my lifetime ask for something like that. But if l have to die this moment l should thake this only chance to take this opportunity. It is better to die this way than regretting when l am a spirit that l did not even date. For most when we are far in this century where love is no longer an achievement but something so normal for normal people. I felt his breath on my neck as it mingled with mine. Watching him look in my eyes with an expressionless face made me want to try it more. He is looking so damn hot. Ughh l wish we were in a club right now..

He cupped his jaw, his thumb caressing Roth’s cheek. “You’re my handsome boy. You feel even better than you did in my imagination. I wish I could stare at this face for my entire life,” Tristan whispered, as he went deeper. Roth blinked at Tristan in confusion for few seconds, his breath rapid from just being fucked. This was the most romantic and passionate love-making that Tristan had ever experienced. This is what it must feel like to be in a relationship or married to someone as Roth. Roth’s loud but weak moans, the movements of his chest, his hands now on Tristan’s arms, and his legs locked tightly round Tristan’s waist started to make Tristan’s head cloudy again.

“It's been a long and meaningless one week without you. Heck it's been a long and meaningless two months without you. I'm really sorry, I really want this to work.” He releases me and takes my hands into his. “Meeting you and loving you has been one of the best things to happen in my life for a really long time, I understand how you must feel, but from today, I'm promising you love, trust, care, sacrifice, a listening ear, and everything you need. Let's not forget good sex.” That last statement releases a very funny chuckle from me, and it makes him smile. “I love you D.” “I love you Diana.”

Celeste said, the very act of a saintess. "Impossible!" Jeremy was convinced. "She loves tricking me like this. One time, she lied and said she was infected with pneumonia when she wasn't even sick, and I almost had to take a trip back from overseas to see her! "I know how much of an actress she is, so she's the person I trust the least!" I opened my mouth, but I couldn't say a word. It was true that my health was poor, and Jeremy knew of it as well.