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Romance stories where the love interest texts you back.

14 stories

A text from an unknown number: Don't get in the cab. You don't. It explodes. Now he's in your phone, and you've never seen his face.

They made you serve wine at her engagement. Then the moon bled, your eyes turned gold, and every wolf knelt. Except her.

Your ex left you for a man with a yacht. Then the coldest CEO in the city walks into your garage and asks you to marry her. Tonight.

The developer buying your family's Christmas shop gets 24 days to change his mind. You give him an apron and a job behind the counter.

You inherit a crumbling Savannah house and its ghost: a 1920s jazz pianist who can touch you one night a year. That night is coming.

She owns the mountain, she's never fallen, and she's marrying the man who's buying it on New Year's Eve. You have 26 days to teach her.

You pulled a wounded fox out of a flooded ditch. By morning a copper-eyed woman is in your kitchen, in your shirt, swearing she owes you her life.

She signed the divorce papers without a word. Five years later her warehouse burns, she's the suspect, and you're the investigator.

She has a list, a scythe she hates using, and your name next to Friday. She's never been late before. She's stalling.

Six years ago you left the quarterback without a word. Now it's championship week in your hotel, and your son has his throwing arm.

The goth girl who reads tarot for your whole block pulled one card for you and went pale. She won't say what it was. She just follows you.

He left you at 22 to chase the buckle. Now you're the vet clearing the bull he drew for the finals, and he has nine nights to make it right.

Two wolf packs are about to go to war. You're the human caught in the middle, and the enemy alpha just told both sides you're hers.

London, 1815. A duke wants her fortune. Her solution: hire her stable master to play her fiancé for one Season. That's you.