Visual Novel Romance Novels & Stories

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

The novel should be submitted after a month, and failure to do so will gain a failure mark. Genre is Ansgty Romance [It's R18+] Here's the plot: The Heroine is an amateur model and an aspiring writer who works at a famous fashion design company. The Heroine suddenly bumps into the company's CEO in an accidental encounter where the Heroine accidentally touches her boss shaft in a party where many people are gathered. That embarrassing moment made the Heroine want to kill herself from embarrassment, but she didn't. So instead, that embarrassing scene spreads to her co-models, who are jealous because she touches the untouchable that many ladies wanted.

I mimicked Val. Val Said “Boys have different likes and interests. Not because they’re good-looking it means they fall for good-looking girls, too. They must have their own separate criteria.” “So, are you saying I’m ugly?” “Of course not. I’m just saying we really don’t know what they like. Hey girl, stop thinking that you’re ugly. You are charming in your own way.”

There were racks of clothes. My father was standing by the window, talking into a phone. He looked at me and pointed to a chair. "Sit. We don't have much time." I sat. A woman with a headset walked over to me. "I'm Abby from the PR team. We need to move fast. The morning news cycle starts in six hours. We need the “Proof of Romance” package ready by then." "Proof of romance?" I asked. My voice felt dry. "Chloe is in the dressing room," Abby said, ignoring my question. "She’s ready. We’re going to do three sets of photos. One casual, one semi formal, and one official.”

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

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.

I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre. And lastly as for another work on Goodnovel.com I've a contemporary romance I'd love to suggest because now I'm aware of the flash forward style of GN. It's entitled as "Winning Over The Cold Heiress." Thank you~

What if my mate doesn’t find me attractive? I whiffle the thought from my head and step into the shower. Letting the hot water run over me relaxes my tense muscles. As I wash myself, I wonder what my mate will be like. I imagine a strong-willed woman who isn’t scared to be herself. She’ll be the most beautiful wolf. She’ll be mine. The thought causes me to harden, and I stroke myself, thinking of her, imagining how amazing her touch will feel. She’ll make me feel less alone. I release at that thought. I just want someone to love. I finish my shower. My member is still hard, and I know it will take a while for it to relax. It craves something that I can’t give it, my mate's touch.

Sometimes there is a folder in front of him and reading something in it. We’re just like that in a video call for four hours! I hate to admit but it flattered me so much. Feels so romantic yet so cringe. But I like it. Though, we’re like a teenagers here doing this thing. I still find it romantic. I still stayed in the office for an hour before deciding to go home. I was looking at my cellphone while walking in the basement where the van driven by Benjie was parked. “Eyes on your way, woman.”

I held his broad shoulder and, “Hi I’m Chloe. What your name?” “Hmmm, I am Vin” He smiled, OH white set of teeth, mint breathe, and redish lips. I kissed him on his side of his lips and went inside. I am laying on one of the bed in this club and remembered Vin, his biceps, his broad shoulders, his toned body, his perfect jaw line, his eyes, and his seductive lips. I started to caress my thighs, then to my abdomen, and then slowly thrust my left hand inside my satin shorts trying to feel my wetness, why am I so turned on to him? As I pushed my fingers in, I promised to myself that this night won’t end without sleeping with him.