Novel & Cerita Anti-romantic Txt

“Romantic.” “Trying to be.”Something warm and cool curled in my chest. I hated it. Hated how he made the butterflies in my sky fly. I held out my hand as he passed me his phone without hesitation.I typed my number slowly, giving myself time to change my mind.I didn’t. I handed it back as he looked down at the screen, his thumb brushing over my name like it was something precious.“I’ll call you,” he said. “Don’t.” The word came out sharper than I meant. I softened it. “Just… text. Calling feels too much like a promise I’m not ready to hear.”

“ You insisted a while ago that he was interested in me . “ said Antonio . “ I did because I thought that he truly was interested in you with good intentions . He isn’t even your boyfriend nor a lover but a friend with benefits ?! “ said Alex , trying to keep calm and reason with him despite him being “ The contract states that we are lovers . “ said Antonio . “ If there isn’t any love between the two of you except for physical relationships then I am sorry to bust your bubble but you are not lovers . Just as you said , you are nothing more than friends with benefits . “ said Alex . Antonio stayed silent as Alex’s words entered his ears and occupied his mind . Seeing Antonio in a daze made A

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

“One look at her file and I knew—she’s everything I hate. Too proper. Too polished. Eyes too wide and innocent, smile too bright, necklines up to her fucking chin. Breasts too small for my taste. I’d bet my last dollar she’s never sucked a dick in her life. Probably thinks sixty-nine is of the devil.” I burst out laughing before I could stop myself. The sound echoed across the balcony. “No fucking way!” I cackled. “How do you know that?” I could practically hear Roman’s disapproving silence. Even before he spoke, I knew what he was about to say. Roman cleared his throat pointedly. “You two realize I’m still on the call, right? Make up your mind if you want me here or not.” “Ease up, man,” Al

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

She only knew that she had never truly understood that man. Michael glanced at her fiercely. Christina clenched her fists as she bit her lips until they began to bleed. The bloody scent started to spread in her mouth. Christina did not want to get any closer to that man. She was extremely reluctant to do that. However, fate loved to tease humans. Underground lovers, what an embarrassing phrase! However, that might just be an opportunity for Christina as well. She could get pregnant once she had physical contact with him. “Alright! I’ll sign the contract!” Christina raised a pen as she wrote down her name at the bottom of the contract with shaky hands. Michael kept the piece of paper. He then

“And you will not touch her,” “That’s quite selfish now, Roman,” Mr Stark smirked at Anthony. “You were all over me yesterday. Give the others a chance,” “I’m serious Emmanuel,” Anthony replied with an eye roll. “My sister’s untouched. Let it remain that way,” he said. “She’s not fit for you,” “And you are?” Mr Stark looked at him. “Why do I feel like you want me to marry you, Roman?” Anthony scoffed. “Imagine the disaster behind your words,” he said. “Besides, I’m not cut out for that hopeless romantic shit,”

He was completely twisted. [Ding. Ximena has developed feelings for you. The host has performed excellently in the Devoting task. Please keep it up.] The system suddenly chimed in, and I felt a spark of hope. Maybe it could give me a way to fight against Derrick. However, after that announcement, it went silent again. "System? Come on, give me some kind of overpowered weapon!" However, there was no response. Just then, Ximena let out a scream.

I could tolerate that his love was a pretense because the assistance he rendered was absolutely authentic, and my gratitude for him was boundless. I suddenly felt a crushing, sharp ache in my chest that tore me from my painful memories. I clutched at my chest, fully aware that the system was draining away my life force. I then murmured to myself, with an uncanny calmness, "I suppose with the antagonist dying now, everyone in this world will be happy about that." Henry could finally stop living in dread, constantly afraid that I would become vengeful and hurt the woman he cherished. He would no longer be required to sacrifice his whole life, maintaining a false, deceitful marriage with a woma

"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.