A Not So Meet Cute Novels & Stories

She's my total opposite but I don't know why I feel so comfortable with her. It's unusual because I am not the type of person who is easy to make friends with. I'm picky, so Mich is my only friend. But there's something in her that makes me feel at ease. I just need to know what it is. When she returned to our table. She looked at me and smiled. "Thank you so much for agreeing to meet me," She said and still smiling. "Oh, please, it's nothing. I also have nothing to do" I said.

They had fit together so well as if they were made for each other. In addition, she had sensed a connection between them. His conversations never bored her. And he was such a gentleman, unlike Jake... “Your eyes tell me otherwise.” “There are so many reasons I can’t, Hart. I won’t be here long. We don’t know each other that well, too. Hart, there are so many others-”

It had been exactly 24 hours since he had found Autumn in the meadow they met in years ago. She was still so beautiful. She looked older and like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. He could tell by the bags under her eyes that she wasn’t sleeping much. Her body was much more frail than he remembered. But she was still perfect to him and all he ever wanted.

Ed added. "Thank you," Dante replied stiffly, Natalie placed a hand on his shoulder. "So how did you guys meet?" Ed asked. "Our meeting?" Natalie asked with a mortified expression on her face. "Yeah. You know cute meet-cute kind of meeting," Ed replied winking at the camera. "Our first meeting wasn't the regular cute meet-cute meeting," Dante began chuckling ignoring the pleading looks Natalie was giving him. "Ooh, a unique cute meet-cute," Ed said in an excited voice.

Dos simply implied then gestured to me to get a little closer to him. “By the way, here’s a friend of mine who got her heart broken. She is here to drink and unwind. Mari, meet Russel, my friend and the owner of this bar. Bro, meet Mari… my new friend and whim buddy.” Dos introduced. “New friend huh? I don’t trust you, Dos.” Russel teased him while looking at me. I rolled my eyes as my face soured. “I am not into dating right now. You know what happened between me and Ashley. I want to enjoy my liberty for a while.” Dos defensively retorted.

But what other choice did I have? Anita’s phone buzzed a minute later. She read the reply and smiled. “He said he’s open to it. He wants to meet you first, but I’ll help you talk to him properly tonight.” She squeezed my arm. “Don’t worry, Cassie. I’ve got you. We’ll make this work.” I forced a smile back, but my mind was already racing. ---- The next afternoon, Anita dragged me to a small cafe near campus to meet her cousin. My stomach was doing nervous flips the entire walk there. I’d spent way too long picking an outfit — something cute but not trying-too-hard — and now I was regretting everything.

Most of the captions read "Meet the stunning wife of Nate Jones." I'm flattered that they think of me as stunning. This also showed me that Nate is one of the most eligible bachelors in the country given how much hate I'm getting in my DM from girls for "getting married to the love of their lives". Girls. Nate is apparently just as popular as he is in our world, as in the human world. I knew getting married to someone as hot as he is, is something, I just didn't realize it was this big of a deal.

I ate to my fill and lay down supine, meditating on the unfolding storyline. Brenda, the main character, who had taken most of the first chapter to express her distaste for long distance relationships, and who was also seeking for admission as an exchange student to Canada alongside her boyfriend of two years, ended up getting admitted into the exchange programme but unfortunately, her boyfriend Kevin wasn't. Was it going to be the end of their beautiful relationship? Or will Brenda try to overlook the situation and hope it miraculously works out regardless? It does seem like the beginning of their end.

“She’s efficient. That’s why she’s still employed.” Brooklyn walked toward the chair opposite my desk but didn’t sit. “So. What’s next? Another pop quiz on our fake meet-cute?” I leaned back slightly. “That depends. Did you memorize it?” She lifted a brow and recited dryly, “‘We met at an art gallery in Tribeca. You were looking at something abstract and expensive. I made a snide comment. You laughed. We got coffee.’” I tilted my head. “And how long have we been together?”

We’re having a serious conversation not fighting over it. “So, where did we met?” I asked. I was eager to know the real side of the story. “Our meeting wasn't planned. Let's say a coincidence. You needed someone and I needed a partner. We clicked and started dating. From there we got married. And for the accident, we have having a fight. You know normal couples fight on our way back from your parents house. Then we got into an accident. And here we are now” in as much as she was all serious explaining, some part of me was kind of doubting. How can we meet and fall in love a short amount of time? I wasn't desperate to get a partner talk more of getting married. And I know my parents wouldn't