Without Romance Novels & Stories

"That's probably everyone's favorite ... especially when they're not really sure why they're getting divorced." "I know why I'm getting divorced," I said evenly. I felt unclean, though. I felt ... broken. "Of course you do," he said agreeably. "Otherwise you wouldn't be here. I suppose your proof of wrong-doing is in that folder on your lap. I want you to know right now that we're in a no fault divorce state; it means you don't have to have a reason for the divorce. I don't need to see your proof and I really don't want to see it."

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

And a straight man dedicating such a song to a straight woman wasn’t talking about friendship but about love. Full stop. Her heart raced too hard every time she went back to that, so she tried to drop the idea. She needed to find something else. She couldn’t doubt the fact that Jim cared about her. His affection was just out of the question. Just like it had nothing to do with romantic love. He needed an insane amount of attention, and always felt compelled to make people react to him. Indifference was the worst insult for him. Maybe he didn’t want his virtual friend to forget about his charms? As if. Maybe he needed to play a little seduction game with her? Just like he’d done with the Toni

He asks me with his mint-scented breath passing through my nostrils. “I can't do this.” I sob, tired of playing with everyone's feelings. “I can't let myself know that you and Abby are together.” I said like an idiot while sounding selfish.“Why do you bother about something that has never happened?” He asks me, looking handsome and serious. “Abby and I are nothing. We will never be, even when she begs and implores to be with me.”I gulp since she is being very cruel.“Just like you and me.” I felt like my heart broke in seconds hearing him speak so coldly. “We will never be together the way you want it to be, and I warn you about that.”He now taps his finger against my forehead.“But you can ha

“I willingly accept your offer of a date and I’m hoping that I’ve been clear: I have no expectation of a budding romance, and there will be no blurred lines tonight. This is simply to fulfill all righteousness.” Zeke gave me a sharp, acknowledging nod. “Understood. No romance. Just a platonic date.”

he asked. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say to you.” “Ouch,” he said, mock-clutching his chest. “And here I thought we were bonding.” The corner of my mouth tugged before I could stop it. “Stealing my fries isn’t bonding.” “Depends how you look at it,” he murmured, eyes on the road. “Some people would call it intimacy.” My pulse stuttered. I looked away quickly, forcing my gaze out the window again.

Roland drops his bag with a thud, his presence already filling every corner, his wet shirt clinging to his chest in a way that outlines muscles I shouldn’t notice. My heart hammers, not just from the storm outside, but from the storm brewing in my veins. God, why does he have to look like that? All brooding intensity, with eyes that linger too long. “Are we going to be sleeping in the same bed?” Britney blurts out suddenly, climbing onto the mattress and kicking off her shoes, her innocent curiosity slicing through the tension like a knife. I freeze, heat creeping up my neck. “Um… no, sweetie. Just the two of us. Your Uncle Roland will be on the floor.”

His grip wasn’t harsh—just firm enough to stop her resistance. She didn’t understand what this was, maybe he didn’t either. Because Roman had learned love all wrong. He didn’t come from hugs or bedtime stories. There was no warmth in his childhood, no soft hands brushing away his tears. What he got instead were rules, conditions, and silence.

"Sex is always... boring with him so I never cum. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married." Seraphine felt the sweet sensation stop. Perhaps he was shocked. Maybe. The feather continued its maddening path, tracing the outline of her labia, dipping slightly into her entrance before retreating. Her muscles tensed, straining against the cuffs. "I'm tired of pleasuring myself... I want a rough fuck by a real man," she continued, the words pouring out of her now, fueled by the teasing and the darkness. He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Interesting wishes whore"

"I'm gay, and I'm not interested in women either." I stared at him, unable to decide whether I had heard him correctly. Adrian calmly continued, "That's exactly why you're perfect for this, because neither of us wants anything from the other beyond the contract." My fingers went numb around the edge of my purse. He had just given me the perfect reason to accept, and somehow it was also the most terrifying reason to say no. Because if Adrian wasn't interested in women, he wouldn't be looking for a wife. He was looking for someone he could trust to play one.