Women's Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Wake up to yourself. Kerrien didn’t know what to say. She stared at him. Perhaps he was telling the truth. He was, after all, a self-confessed womanizer. What he said about her was true. She did have romantic ideas of love and marriage but she also knew rather too much of the difficulties when marriages go wrong. She couldn’t remember her own father but she had memories of long evenings of heart-ache her mother had suffered, trying to bring up a child on her own. She worked at anything she could, to make sure that Kerrien had everything she wanted. She had often been lonely, but never complained. When her health began to fail, Kerrien had become aware of an entirely different sort of sufferi

For Novel lovers, especially those who loves romance, every situation in their life would be related to a scene in the book they had read. And that was how Winter's love life is about to turn. Winter was laying on her bed, giggling as she continued reading an online novel which she had recently taken an interest in. She had originally taken an interest in it because of the title, and now she was loving every moment of it. "Ouch" She immediately sat up and came face to face with her Mother, Annabel, who was glaring at her. Her Mother had tip toed into her room while she was engrossed in the novel.

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

“Sophia loves reading novels—romance novels—but just like what I said, she is actually dense and almost oblivious with the men around her. It would seem that she is more fixated with the idea of what she reads rather than real men, but, of course, I can’t say that she has not had a real boyfriend ever…”

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

A career drenched in blood. She’s a masterpiece of destruction. But she doesn’t know how obvious her cracks are. She’s not like the others they’ve sent. There’s been a string of women before her who’ve tried to kill me, and they’ve all been unsuccessful. I’ve always managed to get rid of them before they could ever execute their plan. Pathetic little bitches thinking they could run game on me when I owned these streets, and I was smarter than anybody else out there. It didn’t mean I couldn’t have a bit of fun, use them for my own twisted desires and bait in my missions, giving them the false hope that they were on my trusted side.

The email I had scheduled for Victor was my final judgment of him and my final farewell to that ridiculous marriage. When the contents of the email blew his world apart, I was sitting in an apartment in a small town by a snowy mountain, far away from the chaos. There was no mafia family here, nor was there anything to do with Victor. There was just a silent room and a window with a view of the snowy peaks. I started a new life under the name “Carolyn Dawn”, bidding farewell to the poor Zoe who spent her whole life carefully trying to prove herself.

She had never craved for a man's cock as much as she craved his at that moment and she had no idea why. Perhaps it was his dangerous calmness, or how he reaked of sin. Or maybe it was because he was the hottest man she had ever set her eyes on. Whatever it was, she wanted it. She wanted that darkness to be wrapped around her like a blanket. Thinking about him all night gave her goosebumps. She remained wet until morning. She had no other choice but to pull out her rose toy. Cummig for the third time that day seemed to do the trick, and she ended up sleeping like a baby early the next morning.

And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private. "This is our most popular section," Edward said, noticing my reaction. "Romance readers are loyal. And they buy a lot of books." "I can see that." Next to it was fantasy. Then a section labeled "Romantasy" that made my heart skip. Sarah J. Maas. Jennifer L. Armentrout. Rebecca Yarros. All my favorites, beautifully displayed. "You read?" Edward asked. "Yeah. A lot, actually." "What genres?" "These, mostly." I gestured to the romance and fantasy sections. "Dark romance. Romantasy. Anything with morally gray characters and impossible love stories."

Most ladies love romance novels, don't they? Hmmm.... I can't speak for them, but I'm definitely among the ladies who love romance novels, especially the ones that end with, "and they all live happily ever after." Isn't that so childish?. Damain asked, rolling his eyes. No it's not, there is nothing more interesting than reading a novel with a beautiful ending. I said smiling. "But you just have to admit it's childish. No it's not. "It is." No it's not. "It is."