If you were writing a romance novel, what would the first line be??

Answer 1

It was just a stare, one little innocent stare. After all I was on the train trying to ignore everyone and absorb in my own problem when I heard the scream. The scream was blood curdling reaching the bone and everyone in the compartment had turn their head to see. It was just some child whose mother looked tired and haggard beyond belief as if her very soul was just hanging, I was already turning my head to go back to that comfortable quite numbness of forgetting my surroundings and ignoring those around me when I met those eyes. They were a challenge, introduction, and invitation all in the same time. They stirred emotion in me that I would have denied existed if I had even an inkling they were there. I tugged at my thin wedding band if felt uncomfortable for the first time in years. Look forward, side glances are deadly...


Sorry once I start on someting it's just hard to stop.

Answer 2

As a writer, I was very excited to see this question!!! The first line is a crutial part of the novel because it has to catch the readers' attention. It all depends on the plot and the characters. Of course you will have the beautiful woman and the very muscular man. My favorite books are usually in older time periods such as the Civil War or maybe even the Colonial period. I would open it with "The story of their love began....." or something to that manner. I would make it a frame novel where you start with a view into the ending, tell the story (beginning, middle) and then rap it up with a breath-taking ending. I am so excited and proud that you have chosen to write and remember that writing is an expression from the soul. It will be tiresome and rough at times but very positive and rewarding! Have fun and good luck! I wish you all of the inspiration and success you need :)

Answer 3

The last box was packed and loaded. The U-Haul sat in the drive, her suitcase on the seat. Taking one last look around the emptied living room, she sighed wearily, and then locked the front door before pushing the key back through the mail slot. The landlord had her forwarding address, although she doubted if she would hear from him. It was tactfully understood that most of the 2 months rent she had put down as a security deposit would go towards reseeding the front lawn, where she had piled most of his belongings, before dousing them with petrol. It had been a flash of brilliance, in more ways than one. Every Friday night he came drunk, and after parking his truck in the drive could be counted on to light up a cigarette. Then he tossed the match in her flowerbed. Every time. This time the match landed in a pool of fuel. By the time the fire department had the flames out the flashy clothes, the stereo equipment, the Cd's, were all charred and melted junk. Most of it had, in truth, been bought with her money anyhow. She knelt beside the charred circle, touching the edge briefly. It was like a prayer at a shrine, mute testimony to the end of her former life. Like a phoenix, she rose from the ashes and began anew.

Answer 4

Amanda glanced quickly in the mirror, gave her bosom a little lift with both hands, and hurridly ran to answer the door.

Answer 5

The plane came down and crashed into the jungle leaving all but the pilot and the beautiful woman in the front seat ..........

Answer 6

She stared at the phone, silent; till now; for what seemed like eternity; counting each ring as it passed Her by; there; then gone; just as He once was there; now gone.

Answer 7

My latest one (it was a novella, actually) began with this line;

The letter from Nathan Trent was marked URGENT.

Answer 8

Red eyes. That should have been enough of a warning, but of course it wasn't. Nothing could have kept me from him.

Answer 9

Desiree gasped in astonishment as she beheld his enormous

Answer 10

She met his gaze from across the coffee shop.