True Romantic Novels & Stories

"Sign this." "I will not agree to a divorce! Holly, I love you. My feelings for you have never changed. I hurt you because I couldn't get over my mom's death, and I promise I'll make it up to you in this life!" He tore up the divorce papers and scattered them across the floor. I smirked at him. "Oh, do you really love me? You helped Marie get away after she killed me. Is that how you express your love?"

" Uh? " " I suddenly realize something. No matter how many friends I have they can never compare to you why because I have realized that you are and will always be my One True Friend! " She confessed. " The feeling is mutual as I had Realized that you are My True Friend! " " Thanks for Not leaving me Stella, thanks for always being there for me. " " You don't have to mention that as I also have to thank you for being my One and only Friend! " " Hm, same here. " Steva Replied as she pulled Stella into an embrace.

Do you accept? Ana couldn't believe what she was seeing, it was something really beautiful, Marcos came out with a bouquet of white roses and a big smile, Ana couldn't hold back her tears, she was very happy, no one had done something like that for her and, now the boy That he likes, he makes a perfect detail for her, he approaches, hands her the bouquet of roses, hugs her and she reciprocates, they spent a few minutes like this, then Marcos leaves. "And what do you say to me?" Marcos asks him.

Vincent's condition was very pathetic, his face was bruised and blood on his forehead and the corners of his lips. He couldn't even get up, his body seemed to crumble and his bones seemed to want to separate themselves. "Take care of yourself." said the handsome boy. He only saw Vincent's battered condition. “Carrington!” call him. Vincent tried to prevent the handsome boy from leaving him. He was already happy to meet face to face with the handsome boy. He felt attracted to the boy because of his uniqueness. Not joining any gang is the uniqueness. The handsome boy named Carrington suddenly stopped in his tracks and stood still as if he was experiencing something that had taken him by surpri

I continue my work and I have a good progress. I decided to email my proposed title and outline to Ms. Amanda and I’m a bit nervous. I hope she will like it. I’m confident with my work but knowing Ms. Amanda she is a very strict and I don’t know what really catches her attention or what her taste about a novel. I decided to make a romance novel about a girl that left on her wedding day to pursue her dreams and after a long time will meet again her past lover.

“Mirage, I would never want to die and not be with you. You are my mate, my soul and my heart. You are my other half, and although I have to share you with Coco the Brawnless over there, I love you and only you! You are my everything, and we are doing this to further our plans. We need to give them a shove, and this will do it. Now shut up and kiss me before we have to face my disgusting dumbass of a brother.” I stare at him with wide eyes. He used my real name. He actually knows it, he knows who I am and by default Cian and Alora also know. Fuck! One was them saying, and me explaining to Alora, another is to hear my actual given name come out of his mouth. Never have I been so fucking turne

Always one to give second chances. “Rhea, whose side are you on?” “On the side of romance!* She stood, walking up to me and shaking my shoulders. “Don't you see what's going on? This is a sign from the universe, you and Richard are meant to meet. It's the butterfly effect,” “Are you drunk?” I asked in disbelief “A little bit,” She giggled “But I still have my wits about me and I say Richard is your soulmate,” “Okay, that's it. Shut up. He's not my soul mate or my universe or any other stupid shit you are about to say…”

"The incurable romantic is usually the one who believes in love at first sight. He faithfully believes that God has placed him in the world so that he would stay eternally with a single person, and spends half his life creating the perfect family he was destined to have. The incurable romantic thinks that his mission on earth is to shape his dreams in favor of that special person who can arise from one moment to the next. And he is always willing to throw himself headlong into lasting relationships. Zachary slid his fingers into the bone of my collarbone, drawing a diagonal line to the top of my breasts. Nervous, I lost the line of thought and watched her touch, becoming aware of the tinglin

I was completely prepared to forgive him for everything as soon as he realized lies were bad and trust was good. But Indigo easily countered, “Of course, it is. Whenever you decide to forgive him enough to explain to him everything he did wrong to begin with, all this will be over.” Indigo gave a decisive nod. “He’ll fall into line, and you two will live happily ever after.” With a sigh, I folded my arms stiffly over my chest. “You really are impossible, Indy.” He merely shrugged. “He’s your one true love, my lady. The mark recognized him as such. And then you yourself fell for him, all on your own.”

Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.