Vintage Romance Novels & Stories

“I love you, Lucas.” He kissed her forehead and remained kneeling beside her as the steam faded on the teacups. Outside, the garden began to darken into twilight, first stars glimmering above the ancient looking orchards. Inside, they held each other, quiet and irrevocable—two people bound by one fragile life, with such fierceness. Slowly Valentina wiped her face, and pressed a gentle smile through tears as he carressed her cheek. “I love you, fuoco mio.”

Raven “Vivienne is on a dating app.” Roman looks up from his coffee. “She’s looking for a man. Her bio says she wants a fling, nothing attached, no strings.” I keep my voice steady. “And it’s not an old profile. It’s not something from before you met her. It’s new. Very new. And for all it’s worth, she might have already found someone while sitting here in this kitchen planning your wedding.” Roman stares at me.

Marius murmured as he withdrew himself from within me, and with swift movements, he laid me down on the Victorian sofa where we had been seated just moments ago, engaged in our passionate encounter. As he kissed me, I eagerly met his lips once more, exchanging kisses with him in the same fervent manner he had kissed me. When he used his tongue, I reciprocated in kind, mirroring his actions as we continued our dance of desire and intimacy. The ambiance around us seemed to intensify as if the very air crackled with the electricity of our passion. The soft glow of the ambient lighting accentuated the contours of our bodies, highlighting every curve and every touch. It was a scene straight out o

she waved off the familiarities, “we have no use for them child, do we?” I chuckled, “I still love it, tears of etiquette, something becomes a habit.” She gave off another chuckle and moaned in adoration. “That’s why I love England. They respect you even if they hate you. Some things just stick.” We locked hands in a light gesture as we strode down the halls. The rooms were still locked as they were yet to be open. “I heard about your little treasure chest that you hit.” I grimaced in a curt manner. Of course she knew about it already. “Just looking to expand my father’s business, nothing too grand.”

Louise smirked “Its been a while, darling that we met again. I guess we are destined to be together “ and he suddenly held her two hands and kissed her hand as he gave an prince impression towards her. Girls at side became envious and mad towards Loki. “ Wait! You misunderstood guys! I don’t know him! “ Loki sighed and kept her awkward face. "Louise, can you please sit down now?" Their professor interrupted Louise and their class going to started. "AL righty, Sir!" Louise sat down as he placed his elbow on the table and his eyes kept flirting at Loki. He reached his hand over to her, giving a letter saying "thank you for saving me, my darling"

(POV: Oma) Monday had arrived. The two lifetimes we had promised each other in the dark were now breaking ground in the light. The vintage Rambler wound its way down the narrow, gravel driveway of the cabin, the tires crunching softly against the stones as the Big Sur coastline faded into our rear-view mirror. By the time the jagged cliffs transitioned into the sprawling, multi-lane highway leading into San Diego, the quiet insulation of our honeymoon had morphed into a electric, anticipatory energy.

“You loved your dreams more.” Lincoln didn’t deny it. “Maybe I did.” The kiss happened slowly. Carefully. Like they both knew it might be a mistake. But neither of them stopped it. It felt familiar. Comforting. And painful all at once. Because kissing him reminded Evelyn of everything they once had. Everything they had lost. Later that night they sat quietly together, talking about memories and regrets. There was closeness between them again , a warmth that hadn’t completely disappeared. But it felt different now.

Joan said with a smile. "we're friends now Joan, I'm honored to have you." "Thank you, Mrs. Dumas, for inviting us. We brought wine," Asher said handing her a bottle of 2012 Domaine de la Romanee-Conti "Ah! you brought the good stuff, you're not a cheapskate then. We might well become friends, and please call me Kathy. Come on the party's right this way." Kathy leads the couple into the front hall, then towards the front room, where they heard excited chatter coming from the room.

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.

the movie echoed. “Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears. “Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”. “Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned. “Fuck me harder,” she responded. Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl. Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.