Our romance section is for the true romantics among us who love stories and books where a heroic character conquers emotional hurdles and physical threats to be with the person they love.
Sub-genres in this category include regency, historical and contemporary romance, the primary focus always being the developing relationship between the hero and heroine.
In most cases stories culminate in a happily ever after ending.
Coming up to meet you and hearing your questions of silence, wondering if you will catch me when I fall or get lost in a storm? I remember when we stood there looking out at the skyline, and it felt like there was no turning back down the road that led to...
They say that home, is where the heart is, and it seems as though I am just looking for another chance to be allowed to breathe free again, and make me feel young again too. As I stand here w atching and waiting for the rain to come from that storm out on...
They might be spending more money on dates and making love instead of making out, but some things, such as Johnny, never seemed to change. The imperative, female voice boomed down the hallway. “Gwen, pick up the phone, already! It’s your friend Robin.” G...
They say that home, is where the heart is, and it seems as though I am just looking for another chance to be allowed to breathe free again, and make me feel young again too. As I stand here watching and waiting for the rain to come from that storm out on...
Chapter I- Hiro -She flicked her hair to the side and looked up from her work, stretching out her sore arms as she glanced around the room. The members of the student council sat at different corners of the room, scribbling ferociously into binders and fo...
"Well, I've got good news and I've got bad news. Which do you want first?" Gwen had just walked into Mark's hospital room and was taking off her damp raincoat. "Since I'm still standing," she said, "give me the good news first." "I've wrangled a three day...
Once again not needing anyone crying if they find the story sad, as I once again make my way through all of those tired and worn out places. Moving against the tide of the evening’s faces which go by both unrecognized and un-registered, and taking all in...
Minutes after her fiance’ stormed away, pouting over not getting his way during their time alone, she decided to test how a certain other man would act in a similar situation. Gwen Kaplan stood in the doorway of the familiar hospital room, studying the ma...
She had two lovers: the fiance’ she’d loved for years and wanted to marry, and this new man, the one she couldn’t stop seeing... Gwen Kaplan sat in one of the small, doorless cubicles that lined the back wall of the lobby of her all-female dorm. It might...
I wake up because ‘Overrated’ by Tim McGraw is playing as my wake up alarm for school. I grab my phone as I start singing along, I`ve been in an over-happy, elated mood since Sir had said goodbye. After he had kissed my forehead, he got into his car and d...
I look at the clothes that are placed in my hands and already know that they`re his because of the masculine scent that fills my nostrils. Ahh. They smell so good! I put on the clothing and have to roll up the shirt sleeves and pant legs because he`s so m...
The day comes to an end, and it`s time to leave. It didn't get as boring after my friends left as I thought it would, so that`s good. I ring up sir and ask if he can pick me up. He agrees and says that he`s on the way. I decide to wait for Sir outside. So...
When I got home yesterday, mum had gotten the hair dyes that I had kindly asked for, bright purple, blue, pink and orange. I dyed it straight away so I could have it for TAFE today. It`s like in a rainbow cascading down my to my lower ribs. It`s amazing!...
I`m sitting in science listening to our teacher; a middle-aged man with a bit of a gut and greying hair. Well, I`m not actually listening but day dreaming about Mr Jacobs. Was he actually going to kiss me? Was I about to actually kiss him there and then?...
Under the ruins of a walled city; with crumbling towers and beams of yellow light showing through the holes in the walls, with no flags of truce being seen, and with no cries of pity being heard above the sound of the siege guns that have been pounding it...
