Anti-romantic Txt Novels & Stories

“I cannot lose you, Irene.” The words landed hard. No conditions attached. No qualifications. No but. Just truth. Raw enough to bruise. I swallowed once, suddenly aware of how violently my heart was beating against my ribs. “I understand the terms now,” Romeo said quietly. “You refuse to be loved halfway. You refuse to live inside emotional quarantine conditions. I understand that.” Something in my chest twisted painfully. “You don’t want me as a romantic partner,” he continued. There it was. The surrender. Not strategic.

Bio underneath: “Gym rat seeking coffee dates & late-night adventures. Tell me your go-to order and I’ll judge you lightly” Ella felt the corner of her mouth lift. She swiped right two days ago during a particularly dull shift — bored, curious, tired of guys who opened with “hey” or sent unsolicited dick pics within five minutes. Jax was different. No blurry bathroom selfie with a toilet in the background. No “u up?” energy. Just… confidence. And those abs. The match screen bloomed with fireworks animation. A little message bubble appeared at the bottom. Jax: Black coffee, no sugar. Your turn, trouble.

I really need to find Belvedere already. "Well then," Romano folds his hand and step forward, this mischievous, never-to-be-trusted smile on his face, "I want to talk to my mate and tell her Weylin isn't my girlfriend or anything but just one stubborn bitch on the call girls list which I already burnt. I want to apologize for what you just saw now and tell you it'll never happen again. And about your date with Rex, I don't mind you going out with the fake guy but the thoughts of you going out while your panties is in my hold. I didn't mean to say that publicly but you can't go butts-naked and Rex, I don't think going out with my girl regards to loyalty or respect from you." Although he looks

"After all, he's old enough to be your father, while we're a lot closer in age." "Age is nothing but a number," I said coldly. "It has no bearing on our relationship. I like a more experienced and worldly man." Antonio's gaze turned sultry and his eyes ran down my body slowly before he met my gaze. "I have quite a lot of experience myself if you're willing to find out." I shook my head. "No, Antonio. I love Jaxon and that's all there is to it. I'm not interested." "How romantic," Antonio cooed teasingly. "I get it. I'm no stranger to love myself. Regardless, the offer stands should you ever change your mind."

Believe me, you actually appear like an angel while sleeping. Automatically, a smile flashed on my face as I read his message. I texted him after tucking a few hair strands behind my ear. Me: I want to meet you, Jonathan. My Vampire: I’ll come to meet you at night. My smile broadened after knowing this. Me: Okay, so see you at night because now I have to get ready for dinner. My Vampire: Okay! I jumped off the bed and quickly freshened up before getting ready for dinner.

“You should start driving your own car from now on, you are really irritating.” “Yay, dearest Romeo,” he says mischievously, with sparking eyes. My cousin is really irritating and childish! I stop responding to him and turn the music volume really high until I don’t hear his voice. Mmh, can I be her Romeo? That body of hers would be divine. Scratch that, that’s a tragic story, I don’t even know why it is regarded as romantic. Two lovers committing suicide is nothing close to being romantic. I am certain that ours would be worse than that. It would definitely end with two murders instead of suicides. That does not stop me from imagining her being all mine though.

With a gulp, the little Angel scrambles back to the corner. Not aware of how amused I am, and that she had nothing to worry about from the second she walked in. “Thank you for ruining a romance classic, you doo-doo head. If I die, I’m haunting you for all eternity!” with a firm “GRRR” and a little clack, all is quiet as the men make their way to our position. “My love is gone again! Carried away by that leech of darkness!” The very thin and small ‘Jonathan’ proclaims.

“I cannot lose you, Irene.” The words landed hard. No conditions attached. No qualifications. No but. Just truth. Raw enough to bruise. I swallowed once, suddenly aware of how violently my heart was beating against my ribs. “I understand the terms now,” Romeo said quietly. “You refuse to be loved halfway. You refuse to live inside emotional quarantine conditions. I understand that.” Something in my chest twisted painfully. “You don’t want me as a romantic partner,” he continued. There it was. The surrender. Not strategic.

he rasped, grinding his dick against my ass. “Don’t… call me baby,” I struggled to say, overwhelmed with pleasure. His hand never left my dick, maintaining the tortuous strokes as he returned to my neck. He sucked the skin at the base of my neck into his mouth, so hard I knew it was going to leave a mark. “Don’t give me a hickey, you idiot,” I said, my voice husky. His mouth released my skin with a wet sound. “Why not, baby?” “I said… don’t call me baby.”

Romance is an incredibly fragile thing; it relies entirely on the romantic delusion that feelings are chosen, not programmed in a Petri dish by two desperate scientists trying to secure a government grant. "He’s lying, Kai," Anya whispered, her voice dropping an octave as she snapped her head up to look at me, her eyes filled with pure, unadulterated venom. "He’s trying to ruin what we have because he knows he can't control it. He knows he can't replicate it."