Anti Romantic Mean Novels & Stories

I said. Annie waved her hand dismissively. “Honey, if you’ve got my brother talking marriage, you’re already family.” “This is the first I’ve heard of it,” I said. “Classic Booker,” Annie said with a giggle. “Romance is not his forte.” I bit my lip which made Austin chuckle. “She knows.” “He’s romantic in his own way,” I said. “Seriously,” Annie said. “Saint.” “Yeah, she is.” Austin kissed me quickly.

“I don’t know why. Maybe it’s her personality. She’s strong, but soft at the same time. She cares about people even when they don’t deserve it. She’s… different.” I clenched my jaw. My chest felt tight, like something heavy was pressing on it. So he does admire her. He admits it. Lucas kept talking, not noticing how tense I had become. “And even if what I feel is love,” he continued, “I know it’s not romantic. I’m sure of that. At least… I think I am. But if it ever was romantic, if one day it became that, I would never act on it. Never.” He looked me straight in the eyes when he said that. His gaze didn’t waver.

Love is what gives meaning to everything. As for her, she didn't want to postpone the guarantee of having control of her own destiny, pressured purely by necessity. Ambition is the summary of the true objective of her life, according to herself, but, in the minds of the traditional residents of Romântica, this relationship boils down to a series of possible mistakes that tradition does not usually forgive. “Here in Romantica, you should only marry for love! If the motivation is different, the union becomes a prison and the result is pain or separation.” Says an almost century-old lady.

“Adrian and I? A good match? We are the worst match. He is the most obnoxious, cheating, controlling, ungrateful jerk I have ever met, and we are definitely not a good match.” Don’t throw stones in a glass house, Kira, a voice in my head reminded me. I haven’t exactly been faithful either. Antonio hummed. “Ever heard of enemies to lovers? Ease up on Adrian, Kira. He’s had quite the life—you’d be surprised.” I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“What is so romantic about him, stealing his best friend’s fiancée?” “Fi-What now?” Ma Xiao-Er was confused, she might not understand him when he said the word, fiancée, but she does understand one thing about love and she had told him what it means to love someone, as she shouted in his face, “Stealing? You can’t steal love! If they love each other, they love each other. There’s no such thing as stealing when it comes to love! If you think that love can be stolen so easily, then you don’t know what love is!”

Aria’s POV His eyes turn to me. He walks a bit closer. “How's your therapy with my best friend going?” His voice carries no emotion. I don't answer right away. “Look, I honestly don’t mind,” he says casually, his voice is still calm. “Lucien’s aromantic anyway. He doesn’t have romantic feelings for anyone.” He shrugs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “He doesn’t give a damn about relationships,” he continues without a trace of hesitation.

“We don’t suit each other, and our relationship was doomed from the start. I love you deeply—but as a friend. You saw it yourself: we never had that passion people in love usually have. We were just… comfortable together. But that’s not romantic love.” “So you became a queen here and now you’re dumping me,” he mutters bitterly. “Anton, you’re a smart guy,” I say, hugging him now and looking into his sad eyes. “Why react like this when you understand it perfectly? I didn’t love you… and you didn’t love me either. Not in the romantic way. I really hope you’ll meet true love one day and understand what it’s like when you don’t doubt your feelings and completely lose yourself in another person.”

My question is very soft. “Ariel’s really important to me,” Anton says with a shrug. “But it has nothing to do with like…attraction or romance or something. I respect her, and I think she’s funny and a good person. I like hanging out with her. She’s one of my best friends – but that’s as far as it goes. Think of it the same way you think of Jackson, apparently – you like him, right?” I nod. “And you can admit that on a physical level he’s an attractive guy?”

“There’s something you need to understand, Julian. This should put you at ease, though it will not make me like you.” “What is that?” I asked, on guard. I had no idea what he was going to say and braced myself. He looked at me and said, “I have no romantic interest in Amber. What I feel for her is a sort of sisterly affection.” “And I’m supposed to believe that?” I asked. He sipped from his glass. “Think what you want. I’m telling you how it is. She is not my mate. She is simply someone I admire and like as a person.”