Why Do Women Read Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Okay, maybe I actually read them often. She looks up at me and flashes me a dazzling smile. “I wonder where it is then… where you learn your romantic tendencies from. Reading romance novels could be very informative to guys. You could learn a thing or two from the male leads.” “My romantic side is natural, baby. I was born this way. A book can’t teach me anything I don’t already know,” I say as I lick my lips and rub my hands suggestively. She throws her head back and laughs. The sound is as beautiful as the music of angels.

I asked as I slid into my seat. “Not yet,” she laughed. “Which one is this book? Another werewolf mate at first sight then rejected?” I giggled. “Don’t knock my rejection novels!” Rose glared at me, but it was without heat. “How come the wolf that gets rejected is either female or gay? Why can’t the female reject the male first?” I asked. She shrugged. “Probably because they’re mostly written by women who’ve experienced rejection in real life, and they write their dreams of becoming powerful.”

It looks like a library but she said it was just a room for books that wasn't for the public to casually buy. I opened some book and saw that it was full of romance stories. 'Action is better.' But what could these romance books have that many women likes to read these? They have the same story anyways. As I was flipping the pages of a book I casually picked up, the woman from the counter earlier went back inside the room holding two thick books. "Sir Jean, I have the books you wanted." "Thank you." "May I ask a question, sir Jean?" I nodded at her question.

I bought so many books that I had to build a mini-library in the shop, and that's when Henry began to read them as well. But there was one thing I noticed about the books he was reading. It was always those "abandoned by the woman he loves, so the male lead gets revenge by getting stronger," type. People, in my opinion, read novels that describe a tale that is similar yet wildly different from their own. People who want to fall in love read romance novels, while those who want to be adventurous read adventure tag books. So I had a feeling. "Say, Henry, have you been rejected by your crush or something?" As soon as I asked, Henry had the book in his hands.

She adores this book! -You have such an elegant taste, Ma'am! The woman laughed at the comment. She found her spontaneousness brave and cute: - Well thank you, young lady. You are fluttering me with those compliments. - Oh I'm not! you deserve it. Nowadays, not many people are interested in classics. - I would say that not many are interested in detective fiction. Because I observe many young women interested in classic romances. So, are you one of them? - I used to read romantic novels when I was younger. Now, only mysteries and murders are thrilling me.

My thoughts quickly drift back to the stack of novels, and I reach for my tote bag, pulling out the first book my hand touches. Reading romance novels is not exactly good for my mental health, but I cannot seem to stop myself. They make me laugh, they make me cry, and sometimes they make me wish for something similar in my own life. But deep down, I know that is just a fantasy. I know I cannot have it, not now, maybe not ever.

“Isn't there anything that women think about besides the romance of love?” “Of course there is.” Diana blinked one of her eyes. “We also think about real life, but sometimes we women feel very happy to be able to immerse ourselves in a touching love story.” “Because of the happy ending?” “One of them is because of that.” Diana smiled. “Reading a story that has a happy ending for the characters in it makes us believe that there will be a happy ending for us women one day.” The waitress came with their usual menu order. Hot coffee with a fragrant aroma, very suitable with the smell of rain in heavy times, makes the heart warm in a cold atmosphere.

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.

She huffs at us, rolling her eyes before pinning us with a firm stare. "Women write these books. You want to learn how to sweep a woman off her feet? There's your manual." She says, motioning towards the book in my lap. I look at the novel with a newfound respect before looking around the room. "Seriously?" I ask and the women all nod. "Oh yeah. I'd love for my husband to read some of these books. Maybe we could spice things up a little." A woman says and many others nod their heads in agreement. "Oh hell yes. Maybe get him to growl and call you a good girl." Another says with a giggle. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise and the younger girl looks at us with amusement.

Especially not her husband. Lord Grant had approached intimacy like duty. Quick touches in dark rooms. Cold hands. Mechanical affection was offered only for the possibility of producing an heir. Arabella had spent three years believing perhaps passion simply did not exist for women like her. But now— Now merely remembering Edwin’s gaze made heat curl low inside her stomach. She rose suddenly from the chair. Restless. Achingly restless. Her heart pounded harder with every passing moment until finally she could no longer remain trapped inside the manor.