Why Choose Romance Books Novels & Stories

It was a priceless feeling that she could never trade for any other material thing in the world. A New York Times bestselling romance book caught her attention. Michelle was never a fan of romance books, as she’d always been a fan of nonfiction, but there was no harm in trying something new. She picked the romance book and settled into a table in the corner of the café. It didn’t take a while for her orders to be served either.

“Why do you love romance novels so much?” “Mostly because of the H.E.A.” “H.E.A?” “Happily ever after. I love when things work out. It doesn’t usually happen in real life. Getting lost in a good book, seeing the good guys win, and the guy always gets the girl…call me lame, but I love that.”

At least I hope he is. When I finish the burrito, I lean back on the couch and grab my e-reader from the coffee table. A new book in my favorite Boy Band series released a few days ago, and I've waited to start. Every woman who reads romance has her favorite genre. Billionaires, vampires, sports stars, the list goes on and on, but for me it's musicians. Moody rockers to be precise. I'd never date one in real life... well except the DJ incident a few months ago. In reality, musicians are way too moody. But in books I get the best parts of them without having to live with drug overdoses and the cheating.

“What kind of books?” “Mostly biographies.” “That sounds exactly like you.” Julian stood up from the chair as well. “And you only read romance?” “Not only,” I said defensively. “Just… mostly.” “Why?” I shrugged. “Because they’re easy to get lost in.” Julian studied my face like he was trying to understand something deeper behind that answer. “Real life isn’t like those stories,” he said. “I know that.” “Then why read them?” “Because sometimes it’s nice to believe people actually figure things out.”

She dramatically rolls her eyes, and fans herself. I chuckle and she starts laughing, the sound melting my heart and piercing my soul. "What kind of book you like?" "Anything which has a good romance- Fantasy or Fiction, any book. It has to have romance, slow burn, haters to lovers, friends to lovers, anything. I will take it." She says and her eyes light up. "Got it. I will definitely bring you more books , when I miss you. " I add," So , you will probably have a library by next year, because I miss you every moment I am not with you."

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

And weren’t we always taught not to judge a book by its cover? As Liviana’s view of life widened and nothing seemed so simple, she found herself delving into books more and more often. They were her escape- that blanket that kept reality from turning her soul blue. And with the more she read, the more tropes she came across. Star-crossed lovers. Forbidden romance. Opposites attract. Friends to lovers. Enemies to Lovers. And so much more that she absolutely adored.

"Yeah, right. Sorry about that. So what do you–" "It's fine," he instantly responded, waving it off. "So what kind of books are you interested in? You seem like the action and mystery kind of girl." It was one of the few times that Henry smiled, and she returned it as well, pretending to think about what kind of books she liked. Eventually, she shurgged. "I like most actually, except romance and science. I find I can't relate to either of them, so I drive towards the ones that seem more realistic. But that's a personal opinion, anyway."

With this it's very easy to take out any book you want, anywhere without fearing falling, each of this steel construction has a railing to protect you while you are walking on it, assessing the books. "What types of books are all of these, I think all categories?" Emily nods. "What are your favorites?" "I prefer romance novels, billionaire genre for now." "Is it because of your billionaire prince charming?" She teases prompting me to blush, I have no other option but to nod. Before now I'd fantasized falling in love with a billionaire, a CEO. I always envied those characters who fell in love or got these men falling in love with them. Now I want to read this, not as a dreamer but as one whos

That was something lacking in his collection of novels at home. “ Doesn't everyone love a good crime book?” He wasn't even trying to hide it. “ Speak for yourself alone. I prefer my romance books,” I answered as I picked quite a lot. This would relieve the boredom that came with being at home all day. “ Let's head over to the gaming store,” I suggested as I walked out of the bookstore. I stopped walking fast when I realized that I was beginning to get carried away by the shopping. “ Why did you suddenly slow down? You seemed to have been enjoying yourself,” he caught up to me and quickly took my hand in his.