Workplace Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I swear, if I have to endure one more of those meet-and-greet sessions I'm going to go crazy. 'Come on now, Vi. It's the perfect opportunity to lay off and take your mind off things. And you can put yourself out there again. You've been single for far too long, and I know lots of our male colleagues are just dying to get your attention.' Viola is not the only one who has a problem with that even though our reasons are quite different. 'I hate workplace romance. We're going to break up sooner or later and then we'll still have to see each other everyday.'

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

It didn't take long for me to find a rhythm, my mind on Andrew, and I filled the shelves quickly. "Hey, Gorgeous," Andrew's voice whispered in my ear. I turned with a smile, wondering if my thoughts had called him to me. He grabbed my waist and kissed me. I kissed him back, wanting more before remembering I was at work. I broke away, glancing around, nervous that someone might see us. "You are going to get me in trouble," I hissed, but I couldn't get the smile off my face. "I'm supposed to be working!" He let me go and pretended to look at the canned soup. "I just couldn't stay away. Working, huh? What kind of soup would you recommend, then?"

The second girl asked with envy in her voice. “Yes, I think those tabloids didn’t give justice to his appearance; he isn’t just handsome, but he is the male god, so handsome!!! You know what? I applied for the job in his office; tomorrow I will go for the interview. Imagine I am so near to my male god; if things go right, maybe there would be office romance.” The first girl enthusiastically talked with her friend while redoing her makeup. “I envy you; think about working together with Ethan Zandar, I am thrilled if only I get a chance, but congratulations, if you get the job, don’t forget to treat me with dinner and one picture of him.” The second girl said with slight jealousy.

After working, being a perfectionist, and of course, emerging as the best trainee out of the workshop, she was short-listed for a job automatically — that was her prize for being the best student of the Clifford Bi-Annual Writing Workshop. Marshmello Printing Press was known far and wide throughout Houston. They wrote novels, and books on history, Law, Science, Marketing, Economics, Accounting, Tech, and Politics. And there was also, the newly-established firm, the Romance Segment of it. Novels written from there are often best sellers; books from there were hot cakes: single women, married women, married women with marital issues, gay women, queer men, and women with issues on their matrimo

“And you’re not even denying. Do you know that?” During our employment at Stark Apparel, Jacey and I had become close. Still, I couldn’t tell her anything too private just yet because I knew very well that she could be very curious about things going on around her, and she’s very fond of talking about everyone’s love life. She also worked for HR. No one in that department should know I was dating the boss. “I told you, I’m not dating Coulson Stark!” “Aw. Fine. Okay!” She giggled. “But isn’t he so gorgeous? Please don’t tell me you didn’t notice it too?”

Why was his experience different from all the finding your mate stories he heard from others? His Beta, Emmet, said that he was at once madly in love with his mate, Jena, the first time they met. He was expecting the same. But why did he feel like he had to work on his feelings for Kiera to let it grow? Maybe the experience was different from one wolf to another, Manu decided. "Had I known, I would have gone home a long time ago," Kiera added, though it sounded the same, it was different.

That was it? I blinked. He wasn’t smiling or teasing, didn’t even give a peck. Fine, I get that workplace romance is prohibited but what in the name of Damon Salvotore’s sarcastic and uninterested method of greeting was that? The elevator doors shut. Fine, maybe he’s just nervous. I think I get that. People get nervous after major “life changing” events. Marriage, Job interviews, moving to a new country, meeting your celebrity crush or sleeping with your childhood best friend after years of roasting each other at work.

Don't get me wrong; Nova was pretty enough. But there was nothing alluring about her. She was quiet. Rigid. Predictable. She wasn't adventurous or spontaneous. She didn't know how to command attention when she entered a room. She wasn't flirtatious. She wasn't exciting. And unlike Tanya, she had virtually no sex appeal. All Nova had ever cared about was work, research, and bioengineering. So I couldn't help wondering. Why her? A man like Nicolai Moreau could have anyone. Why would he choose Nova?