Anti-romantic Txt Novels & Stories

'I guess it is,' I could almost hear the dreaminess through Angel's text. 'Well, I got to get on with the day and round up my troops XD! I guess I'll see you later today! See ya!' I texted back, quickly ending the conversation. I did have a lot to get done today, and I wouldn't get any of it done by sitting in my room, reminiscing about some romance of people I barely knew. 'Bye! XD!' Angel texted back, and I was glad she didn't try to continue the conversation.

❞ ‹ ——— ✧ 𖥸 ✧ ——— › ╔═════════ • ≻ ♜ ≺ • ═════════╗ ꒰ 𝔐𝔸𝕋𝔼 𝕋𝕆 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔾𝕆ℕ ℙℝ𝕀ℕℂ𝔼 ₊˚⋆ ( TRIGGER WARNINGS ) ╚═════════ • ≻ ♜ ≺ • ═════════╝ ☽ —— 「 Our love is untouchable 」

He asked. Suddenly I started to catch on. "Does that mean that you can turn someone to a Vampire just by kissing them?" I asked. He shook his head. "Then what are you trying to say?" I asked. He cleared his throat awkwardly before it hit me. "Oh my God," I said. "It's sexually transmitted, isn't it?" He nodded. "The virus is known for attacking the reproductive system. It's chemically castrates men, and it was thought to do the same to women, but we're not sure anymore."

“Sometimes, our feelings are so mixed up that it’s hard to tell if we’re really in love or just really angry.” I fell silent, my eyes drifting to the swirling liquid in my glass as I processed her observation. The room seemed to spin a bit, the laughter and music fading into the background. Alex’s chuckle broke my thoughts, her expression softening. “I dunno, maybe I’m just a sucker for the enemies-to-lovers trope.” I cleared my throat, trying to compose myself, and took a deliberate sip of my drink. “Well, I can assure you I don’t have any romantic feelings towards Reagan.”

One of them smiled faintly, like this was a scheduled meeting instead of a threat. “Good morning,” the taller one said. “We prefer conversations face-to-face.” I stepped aside just enough to block their view of Sophia. “You have sixty seconds,” I replied. They didn’t move to enter. They didn’t need to. The confidence in their posture said everything. “You’ve recently acquired assets that disrupt our structure,” the man continued smoothly. “We’re offering you an alternative.” “I’m not interested.” “You should be,” he said. “Because if you refuse, some historical texts will become very public.”

Heat crept up my neck at the mere thought of it. Absolutely not. I locked the device and dropped it back onto the mattress. There was no universe where I would survive the embarrassment of sending that text only to get ignored. Maybe he’d just gotten tired of me. Although I hadn’t sensed it the last time we were together. But Roman was difficult to read. Calm, measured, entirely controlled in a way that made it impossible to know what he was thinking unless he chose to reveal it. Maybe he’d simply decided the arrangement had run its course and moved on without bothering to explain. People did it every day.

VITALI’S POV: “That’s scary as fuck man. There’s nothing romantic about it “ Antonio chided me “I think I did really well,” I said with an air of pride “Well that would depend on your girl and her preferences “ he gave up “She’s not my girl ” I disagreed “She’s your wife” he retorted “Contract wife” I shot back “Whatever. It still doesn’t change the fact that you were not romantic. You couldn’t even at least write the note yourself or show up in all of these “ he complained

“I think I’d know.” “And I was raised by nuns in an orphanage dedicated to worshipping the Goddess,” Anton says, leaning down with a grin. “Whereas I’m pretty sure that you’ve never picked up a religious text in your life. So, I win.” “I am a religious text,” I say on a haughty huff, waving a hand and making him laugh as I stride away, continuing down the wall. “Oh, I’m aware,” Anton says on a low sigh. “I’m looking forward to studying you very closely, Juniper Sinclair. Lay you out over my lap like a good book. Trace my fingertips all along so I can follow your story.”

He was gonna turn her ass crimson. ”I’ll send you their location later when you’ve calmed down-” Romero crushed the phone in his fist and threw it in the trash bin beside his desk. Fuck later. He would find her right now. __________________________________________________________ ‘Do you think our love can make miracles?’ ‘I do.’ Anateya giggled as she simultaneously chimed in with Diana, repeating their favorite line from ‘The Notebook’ word for word. People turned and glared in their direction, making them giggle even more.

He laid me down like I was something precious and breakable, even though we’d just proven I wasn’t. Steve knelt between my legs again, softer this time, licking me clean with slow, reverent strokes while Emmanuel stroked my hair and Noah kissed my temple. “You’re fucking perfect.” Steve lifted his head just long enough to grin. “My phone buzzed again on the table. Christopher. Again. I reached over, thumbed it silent without looking, then dropped it face down. “Why have one man,” I whispered, pulling them closer, “when you can have three?” They answered by kissing every inch of skin they could reach.