Anti Romance Novels & Stories

She looked at the camera with the loving gaze he knew so well, smiling as she said, “Victor, this is the fifth anniversary present I prepared for you and the family. I put all my energy into this game, in the hopes that it could provide the last push you need to officially take over the family.” The last frame paused on her smile, full of anticipation. She had ended the email with one last sentence. “Victor, if this marriage was a sham from the start, then I’ll give both of us the release we truly want.” Her loving expression in the video, the cold farewell in the email, Summer’s mocking laughter in the recording, and the painfully clear words in the medical report… All of it formed the absu

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

My other hand moved to cup her face, my thumb grazing her cheek gently, contrasting the intensity of everything else. There was a storm raging between us—anger, confusion, frustration, and something deeper, something neither of us could fully understand. But it was there. I felt it, and I knew she did too. Everything we’d been holding back, everything we’d refused to acknowledge, was breaking free in that kiss.

I look up hearing a sigh and see Merlos placing her glass down on a nearby table. “I will never understand this yearning you all have for romance and affection. It all sounds so complex and frustrating,” she says with genuine confusion and mild disgust. “You know they have a word for people like you now.” “Bitch is hardly a new word,” she scoffs. “No, I was going to say aromantic,” I correct her. She looks at me offended, “There is absolutely nothing romantic about me. I detest the very concept.” I shake my head, “There are humans, who – much like you – experience little or no romantic attraction to people. They feel love, but the idea of romance or affection is not of interest to them. They

Daniel is now asking her to continue her story about her parents. "So, because our parents can't support both of us, Bella had to stay behind with our grandparents. Another thing is, when I was a child my body was a bit weak, I always got sick so I was the one who needed more attention," she explained to Daniel. "Anthony was the son of Papa Anselmo and my mother,” Ara continued. Daniel nodded. "But I admire Uncle Anselmo." "Really?" “Yes, because when I had dinner with you there were no traces that they came from one-sided love. How they talk, exchange sweet smiles and meaningful looks, they obviously love each other very much,” Daniel said in a tone of intense admiration that touched Ara's

“Then what do you think it is?” I took a deep breath, trying to find the words. “Well, from what I’ve seen, it doesn’t feel like… romance. Adam looks at Aria like… well, like he’s responsible for her. Like he would do whatever it took to protect her. But there’s no… I don’t know… possessiveness, if that makes sense?” Dante clenched his fists, his expression unreadable, though I could see the hurt beneath the surface. “So he’s just her… what? Her knight in shining armour?”

Intimacy is the thing which binds two lovers with each other and makes their bond strong,but what was this. Inez eyes welled thinking about love and affection like she already lost something or someone ,who would have made her feel like a princess in the correct way...Not to make her that princess who can't live her life in her way only, being ruled by the king by himself ,she just has to obey her highness.... Loud goan broke her Terence and she again diverted her eyes to two shameless people...Scarlett was jumping on her own finger while sucking his cock,moaning but it didn't come out of her mouth because of him inside her dirty mouth...

“Do you think it’s fun to lie to me? Matthew, do you think that I’m easy to fool because I’m dumb?” Matthew quickly gripped her hand tightly when he saw that her eyes were filled with anger. “Christina, it’s not what you think. I’ll explain, alright?” “Fine. Start talking!” Christina was trying hard to control her emotions while she listened to his explanation. “Rachel isn’t my fiancée. My dad just agreed to it verbally, so it doesn’t count! You know that wealthy families have political marriages, but it’s all wishful thinking. I won’t let them manipulate me as they please.”

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.