Without Romance Novels & Stories

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

“That’s all I’m asking. Just until we stop these demons, or at least get things under control. I’m not going to act like we’re in love, or pretend like we’re something we’re not.” He paused, looking me dead in the eyes. “There’s not going to be any romance between us so don’t expect flowers. I won’t be bringing you breakfast in bed and I won’t be asking you how you’re doing or giving you soft looks. I won’t be doing any of those things because that’s not what this is. You’re not here for that. You’re here for a reason, and that reason alone.” I could feel the sting of tears pressing at the back of my eyes. I hated that his words hurt, even though I didn’t want anything romantic from him and

I said evenly and turned away. I couldn't let myself start appreciating his handsome, flawless features that oozed masculine strength and confidence. It was too risky. Romano had made it clear that this was a marriage of convenience; we were to have no personal interest in one another until we figured things out. Not to mention that I still didn't know what his revenge was “We're here.” Romano's voice sounded different, more clipped than it had just been.

Someone inside seemed to ask a question, and then: "Well, of course he's only having fun with her! Joseph's always been in love with that girl, from when we were in high school together! We were all roaring for him to go for it! I mean, can you imagine any girl saying no to this pretty face? But he was so serious about the whole thing, it was unbelievable! No experience, he said! No experience flirting with girls, or being in a relationship… or having sex! He simply refused to court that girl until he was sure he wouldn't mess things up… and that's why he picked up some other woman for a few years: it's all just for practice!" "And now, guess what? The girl of his dreams will be returning fr

“Don’t play coy with me. You knew exactly who I was. And you thought humiliating me in public would… what? Make me obsessed with you? Make me want you more?” Her lips curved, not into a smile, but something more dangerous. Something that said she was far less intimidated than he wanted her to be. “Roman,” she said softly, almost sweetly, “if I wanted your attention, trust me, I’d have gotten it without lifting a finger.” His chest tightened, fury and desire tangled so tightly it nearly suffocated him. He leaned forward, voice like iron. “Listen carefully. There will be rules between us. No love. No emotions. I will not touch you. I won’t even look at you outside of appearances. This marriage

“Fine. Say I agree to this ridiculous charade. It’s temporary. We make that clear.” A faint smile tugged at his mouth. “Define temporary.” “Until the press loses interest.” “That could be months.” “Then months.” His gaze lingered on her like he was memorizing the fire in her eyes. “Very well. Temporary.” She exhaled, just a little. “And rules.” “Rules?” “Yes.” She stepped closer, jabbing a finger at his chest. “Rule one: no actual romance. This is optics, not reality.” His mouth curved into something dangerously close to amusement. “You think I’d have to remind myself not to kiss you?”

“Did you just call me beautiful?” He didn’t even blink. “Even the blind could tell. So what’s your reason?” My voice dropped slightly. “School. Life. I’ve just been busy.” He nodded. “Makes sense.” I studied him for a second. “What about you? Do you have a girlfriend?” He scoffed. “I don’t do girlfriends.” “Oh, I see.” “Love. Labels. All of that. It’s a distraction. Romance is for people who haven’t figured out how fake it is.”

She said as she grabbed her jacket and stormed off not wanting the matter to escalate but she was wrong “If you walk out on me, we are done” suddenly a cold voice spoke she froze for a bit but the constant fight and random augment were just too much for her so she left Lincoln voice yelling as the distances were getting further Their breakup didn’t happen in a dramatic moment. It happened slowly. Like a rope unraveling. Until finally there was nothing left holding them together. One night they sat across from each other in silence. Neither spoke for a long time. Finally Lincoln said, “We’re too different.”

Her nails rake down my back and she groan so loud I’m sure the whole house hears. We’re animals. No romance, just raw, desperate fucking. I can’t stop. I don’t even want to. Neither does she. "Don't you dare sto-" Boom Then the door swings open, again. " Seriously? You’re fucking him"

“No. ‎ ‎No reassurance. No promises. ‎ ‎I realized then he already knew what comfort looked like to me. And that he wasn’t offering it on purpose. ‎ ‎The day unfolded quietly. I worked from the living room table, laptop open, documents flowing easily. Jayden took calls in the study, voice low, controlled, never urgent. When he passed behind me, his presence registered without demanding attention. ‎ ‎At some point, he set a plate of food beside my laptop. ‎ ‎I looked up. “You didn’t have to.” ‎ ‎“I know.” ‎ ‎He didn’t wait for thanks. ‎ ‎That was how the romance shifted—not with touch or heat or words that burned, but with restraint. With consideration that didn’t announce itself. With space