Without Romance Novels & Stories

I’m not sure if they were included. No. No sexy time. You will not think about it. No sex. No thoughts of romance and rose petals. Romance is officially dead. I guess I’ve started associating romance solely with love and being in love, not this temp stuff where you have nice gestures but without the “I love yous.” I mean, that’s what it is, right? It’s supposed to mean something. Not just something to manipulate. Not something to use and discard. Stop that! I hiss at myself. I can't think of what to say now, distracted by the scratchiness of Blake’s stubble on my cheek and by the scent of his delicious cologne. Maybe I shouldn’t say anything. I’m bound to make this awkward.

Silent. No one asks if she’s happy. No one cares. Adrian Donavan is tall and clean-cut, with perfectly tailored cuffs and amber eyes that don’t waver. His expression is unreadable—controlled, reserved, perhaps detached. He says his vows like he's reading terms and conditions. His hands are steady, his voice flat. No affection. No emotion. When it ends, they don’t kiss. They shake hands. Literally. It’s not a love story. It’s a transaction.

For Joe, and for Taryn. Bless your kind souls and happiness forever to you. ............................................................................................ Thank you for picking out this book to read, out of the possible millions of other fantastic pieces of literature to enjoy in the world that we live in. Foremost, and by far the most important, I would like to state that this book does not really focus on romance. It just doesn't, in my opinion, fit in that criteria. Perhaps in a sub-genre. But not in a category, or a genre itself.

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Dennis stepped off. “Look,” I sigh again. “I like you before but you become too clingy so I was turned off. You know I don’t settle with just one man, right?” I lightly tap his shoulder. “I’m not into romance. If you like sweet and serious relationships, leave me out of it. I’m not into that thing!” The guy looks down and sighs. He was nodding his head. He raised both of his hands in the air acting like he already gives up so Dennis won’t drag him out. I sneered at him and go back to the billiard table.

The more she looked at him, the more she felt drawn in by his charm. She wouldn’t believe in love so easily this time. Though she had just encountered betrayal only over an hour ago, she felt the loneliness in her heart. She and Jake were over now. It wasn’t wrong for her to find consolation in someone else. Furthermore, she and Jake were never an official couple. “I don’t know where I want to go,” she uttered. “Just drive as you like. I have money!” The man looked at her with a confused look in his eyes. What did money have to do with this?

"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."

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

After the meeting, Damien approached her near the elevator. "You're welcome," he said in a straightforward manner. "You got me into that room," she said, trying to mask her surprise. "I simply opened the door. You kept it open," he replied. There was a pause in the conversation. "You're being unusually kind for someone who kissed me in public and then disappeared," she said, a mix of hurt and curiosity shading her words. His expression remained unchanged. "We shared a contract, not a romance." Her chest tightened at his words. "Right. Of course," she said, her voice barely hiding the sting of his words.

“Don’t.” He leaned closer, so close that his knee brushed mine. The touch was barely a whisper of contact, but it sent heat racing up my skin. “Why not?” His grin tilted, daring. “Scared you’ll actually like it?” My throat went dry. I snapped my notebook shut and shoved it onto the desk, muttering, “Stop. Just stop.” His laugh was soft, dangerous. “You don’t sound like you want me to.” Before I could respond, Ethan’s footsteps sounded in the hall. Maverick leaned back, lounging like nothing happened, and by the time Ethan returned with his glass of water, the grin on Maverick’s face was pure mischief.