Романтика Novels & Stories

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

"See? You're laughing. Told you I'm romantic." "Romantic?" I scoffed, still giggling. "You insulted a woman and called her expired bread. That's not romantic, Dom." "It is!" he argued, wagging his finger at me. "Because I said no to her. That's loyalty. Loyalty is romantic." I tilted my head, smiling in disbelief. "You're ridiculous." He pouted like a little boy who just got scolded. "But you love it." "I tolerate it," I said quickly, though my cheeks were already heating up.

"Since when do you go on three dates in two days? That seems excessive even for you." "I'm trying to give love a chance," Wednesday declared. "Or at least give mediocre conversation a chance. So far, no luck. I'm beginning to think romance is dead." "What's romance?" Iniko asked, looking up from his tablet. "It's when grown-ups act silly because they like each other," Wednesday explained. "Like in those movies where people stare at each other and say dumb things." "Oh." Iniko considered this. "Aunt Wednesday, if you're chasing love, can you chase one for my mama too?"

“Yeah. Liana Moreau. Beautiful French model. Roman was obsessed with her too. He followed her around Europe for almost two years. Bought her an apartment in Paris. Promised her the world. Then he got too obsessed. And we'll….. let's just say she had a breakdown. Had to check into a facility. Last I heard, she still hasn’t fully recovered.” My chest tightened. “You’re lying.” “Am I?” Derek stepped closer to the gap in the door. “Ask him about her. Ask him what he did when she told him she was in love with him. Roman doesn’t do love, Noelle. He does possession. He collects beautiful things, plays with them until he gets bored, then discards them. You’re just his newest shiny toy.” I felt sick.

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His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

Jasmine said "Are you crazy? Is there anyone in this group who is interested in dating? Do you not believe that doing so might be against the rules of the mafia? Flora scoffed Yeah, you could be right, but if I had to guess, I wouldn't say that there's a couple in this room. They don't do anything but...fuck chicks. Jasmine mumbled "See?" The eyes in Flora's roll. "Even a romance that is kept a secret can be romantic." Flora moaned as Jasmine beamed a smile. "Do you like him? Explain it to me straight! The whimpering of Jasmine "Of course I do; if that's the case, should I despise him?" The laugh was on Flora. "What I'm referring to is the flip side, which is things like love..." Jasmine gri

This is the beginning of an intimate moment of romance, pain, and pleasure. To Be Continued

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"