Write A Romance Novel Novels & Stories

Maybe at Shanice place. After sating her hunger, she hopped onto her bed. As a routine, she grabbed her novel from the table, parted the book to where she had left off last night, and began reading. She loved reading romance novels. The MLs in these books are so different than the real-life men. The love they show feels so pure. She wondered if she would ever get to experience that kind of love. The thought caused her feeling giddy. She wants her man to be possessive, a little bit obsessive, and hella romantic. Someone who will kiss the ground she walks on. Someone who will choose her and only her every time. She will be his first choice.

He was hot, sure, but a guy like that wouldn't be interested in me. I opened my laptop, shoving the pizza box to the side, and stared at the screen. ‎”Chapter seven.” I've been avoiding this scene for two weeks now. ‎My protagonist, Celeste, was finally alone with the man she was interested in for six chapters. I had typed and deleted the same sentence a bunch of times because apparently I, a woman who wrote romance novels for a living, had completely forgotten what raw desire felt like. ‎”His hands moved to her—”

Like that’s normal for us. Then, out of nowhere, the drive. This cramped cabin. Him acting all sweet, holding my hands through the cold, asking questions like he gives a damn. Pressing the softest kiss on my head just before we drift off. Like some Prince Charming, out of a badly written romance. And now we’re here. Like this. "You up?" His voice rumbles through his chest into me, low and rough like sandpaper. I keep my eyes shut. I'm not ready for this.

I will post 5 chapter of this book so that your holiday is filled with love of your favourite characters and authors. 2. A few days ago, I started a protect named Love Again: The Billionare’s Second Chance Romace. This is meant to be a short story of mostly 50 chapter. I wrote it as a special holiday gift for all of you. Before newyear, I am trying to complete it. I have posted almost 15 chapte. Please give it a read. 3. After new year, I am launcing a brand new book. It will be a Werewolf Romace.

If this was a Goodnovel werewolf romance novel, then he would be the Alpha and I would be the naive human girl caught in the wolf's trap. I wet my dry lips. “Thank you, I - " Before I could finish my statement, he grabbed the back of my neck. “Fuck it!" He growled, looking me directly in my eyes. “Just shut up and kiss me.” With my breasts pressed up against his chest, our lips collided into a war of passion. When our mouths met, the world melted into obliviousness. The only thing that mattered was the magic that this man's lips were creating as it caressed mine. I opened my mouth and moaned. His breathing quickened, and so did mine. Our kiss intensified, but it was still slow and soft. My b

He stared at it in concern while she shrugged his worry away. "Oh! It's just a little burn. Don't worry about it." Reaching out his hand, he took hold of her wrist and headed to a room. "Let's go. Get your wounds dressed." "Huh?" She had started writing her romance novel's first draft on her laptop. She started the first chapter by noting the incidents that happened to her as a medium. While writing, she reached a moment in the story that forced her to think. "When Gu Wei started applying ointment to Mao's bruised hand, she..."

The trap of youthful romance that made her believe that all promises could come true. Unfortunately, they could not. Fate had many ways to speak. It silenced all desires and hopes in a thousand languages. “Luc.” A haze covered Velia's vision, obscuring the bitter reality she had once tasted. Lucas exchanged it. He replaced the bitterness with something akin to honey. Sweet and addictive. In the form of their lips meeting again. Lucas's dominance took shape. Through his firm touch and enticing darkness. He captured Velia's femininity in submission. More than just helplessness. The fortress Velia had built in seven years seemed useless when faced with Lucas.

But the other part of me was scared of getting hurt, of putting myself out there only to be rejected or humiliated. “Okay Alexander, I’ll think about it.” We finished our meal in silence, lost in our own thoughts. It was a beautiful night, and I couldn't help but feel grateful to be in such an amazing place with such an amazing man. As we arrived back at my apartment, Alexander took my hand and leaned in to kiss me. All I could think about was his beautiful and piercing blue eyes as his soft lips smashed onto mine. It was our first kiss, and it was electric though chaste. I felt a surge of emotion that I had never felt before, and I knew that I was in trouble.

Is there a reason for me to deny it? He wasn't kissing her, he was waiting for her to kiss him. She slowly raised her gaze and looked into his eyes, he had the same intense look within them. She lowered her gaze to his lips and raised her trembling hands. She slowly grabbed his cheeks in her hands, her thumb caressing his cheek in a circular motion as her four fingers were behind his ear. "T-Thank you." She said and with that, she brought his face a little lower and attached her cold lips to his warm ones. She automatically closed her eyes, he on the other hand stared at her closed eyes with his half-opened ones before he closed his eyes too. Both of their hearts were running a marathon. Thi

“Once I see something I like and want, it automatically becomes mine. You are mine Raven Snow.” In a swift motion, Ace claimed my lips and I gave in, kissing him back. He kissed me so hard that the oxygen in my lungs were knocked out, but at the same time, the kiss was a tender one. I felt something warm inside me. I had never felt this way before. This was on a whole new level. We pulled back, catching our breaths. With his forehead against mine, we stared into each other’s eyes, getting lost in them. Then he whispered. “Don’t hate me, Raven. Love me instead.”