A Not So Meet Cute Novels & Stories

“‍What​ are you smiling at?” I nod toward the coup‍le. T‌he m⁠a‍n was gathering papers. The woman helped⁠. Both were already leaning into ea​ch o‌ther’s space. “‍That was us. Four years ago. Almost to the day.” H‌e‌ wat​ches⁠. R​ecognition dawns. “Holy shit. That’s exa⁠ctly how we met.” ​“Fate has a sense of hu‌mor.”

’ She insisted. “Um…so I’m sorry about the coffee.” I apologized. What a start to our relationship. Some day if we have kids and they ask how we met, I’m going to have to tell them I threw coffee on him. Even if we don’t have kids, my sisters and other people will want to hear how we met. Crista can say she met Alec in her darkest days. Katrina says she met Tie in her dreams. André says he met Darren in the heat of battle. And I’m going to say I threw coffee on him. Ugh.

“You know, a meet-cute, like when the two love interests meet for the first time because their dog’s leashes get tangled, or they reach for the same book in the library—” “I’d hardly call splashing an unsuspecting man with scalding coffee while I’m drenched in sweat a meet-cute,Paulette. Besides, you know we’re not allowed to have relationships with any of the parents.” “But the chemistry,” she squealed. “I could see it on his face! He was into you.”

Emphasis on the 's'. Me- I'm taking sides with Amy on this one. Nicole- Keisha! Oh my God! You just hurt my feelings. That's not fair. Amy- Sorry Nicole. But the last time we agreed with your “plan”, we ended up in the damn villain’s lair. Who knows what will happen this time around? Nicole- But I haven't even said what the plan is. Me- Um, guys. I think I'm gonna change my mind about having revenge.

Kosi opens her mouth in a giggle and quickly covers it with her hands, but not before Amy has seen the braces that have lined her teeth since they were both pre-teenagers. Amy scrunches up her face, trying to look as if she is in deep thought, and looks Kosi in the face. Kosi smiles back encouragingly, nodding and covering her mouth with her hands. “Uh… let’s see. You didn’t get that new textbook, did you?” “Nope!” “Uh… A new chemistry set?” “Close, but no.” “Hm. You’re not pregnant, are you?” “I assure you, if that were the case, you would be the first to know. No. It’s still wrong.”

She smiles up at me as if we're sharing a joke, then goes back to her food. After finishing her bite, she looks up to see people still watching her and says, "I guess that was a bit too forward." She pretends to think for a bit and says, "From the moment we met there was always a spark and once we started working together so closely, we tried to fight it but couldn't. Sometimes the universe puts things in your path that are inevitable, so we finally surrendered to our feelings, and it's been amazing."

Every time my heart raced, I would think of that lifeless villa from that world, and then I would inhale even deeper, as if I was trying to prove to myself that I was truly free. It was during one of those trips that I met Grant Miller. He wasn't some typical CEO, nor was he a twisted, obsessive man. Instead, he was just a landscape photographer, with a warm smile and steady hands. We met under the northern lights. He handed me a cup of hot cocoa and asked with a smile, "Are you cold?" At that moment, I didn't respond as I used to in that scripted world. I just pulled my scarf tighter around me, smiled, and said, "Freezing. Come on, share it with me."

The guy my dad set me up with was Lex Lecarde—the oldest son and heir to the Lecarde family, one of the biggest names in Northgate, right up there with ours. When I met him, I blinked. He wasn't what I expected at all. No spoiled attitude. No ego. No random temper. All through dinner, he stayed cool, polite—actually respectful, not just faking it. The only tell? How he talked. Used to being in charge. Sharp. Clear. No wasted words. By the time dinner wrapped, our wedding date was already locked in. Our parents conveniently vanished, leaving us alone. Yeah. Instantly awkward. I went first. "Sorry. I just broke up yesterday. About this marriage—"

But I should have known the reality was going to be nothing like the fantasy. My phone buzzes, and I pick it up and see it’s a text. Charlie:How’s it going? You in bed yet? LOL Me:Total disaster, I’m afraid. Charlie:Oh no! What happened? Did you meet him? Me:Yes. He was okay. Not horrible at all. But there was no chemistry. And it was all so cold and clinical. I froze and had to back out.Charlie:Aw, honey, I’m so, so sorry.

He'd accidentally injured her in a tussle, disfiguring her. Her family had forced him to marry her, which he'd done. They became a bitter couple, and their life was chaotic—not that I cared. … Time flew, and the seasons changed. Everything started afresh. I'd already gotten used to life in Cordon City. One day, Sean invited me out for a meal. I vaguely sensed that he wanted to confess his feelings for me. Yes, I'd belatedly realized that he'd had a crush on me since middle school. I only learned about it during a reunion, though.