Bad Romance Novels & Stories

“What did she do?” He hesitated, his fingers twitching at his side. “She cornered me one night at a party, just like this one. Told me she loved me. Told me I was hers. And when I told her she was mistaken, she snapped. She cried, screamed, made a huge scene. And after that, she just... stopped. She hasn’t bothered me since the new year.” I blinked. “So she just gave up?” Jamie let out a dry laugh. “I don’t know if you’d call it ‘giving up.’ She still watches me sometimes, like she’s waiting for something.”

This was as good an apology as she would ever get it… She knew it was his way of telling her that he knew she deserved a better setting for her first time, but that she couldn’t expect him to be a romantic partner. “As memorable as it could be,” she nodded at him, a lazy blissful smile stretching her lips. She had half a mind to tell him it had been everything she had hoped for and more, but she couldn’t. This was Roman freaking Bianchi. He was a mafia boss, and he didn’t do romance as far as she knew. Before long, they left the dimly lit bar, with Rose limping a little bit, her soreness both tingling with pleasure and slightly painful at the same time.

“Go fucking tell her, you moron. You had a quite literal brain fart due to a deep-rooted fear of abandonment and rejection that you need to get the fuck over, by the way. Not everyone is going to screw you over like fucking Lisa.” “I don’t know what to say to Josie. Saying what you just said doesn’t have the best ring to it.” “You spent like half our childhood holed up in the barn with books. You’re telling me in all that time, you never read a fucking romance novel to clue you in?” “Eh, the guys in romance novels are typically eloquent.” “Dude, tell her what you told me. But I don’t get it…how many times did you say one-nighters weren’t your thing. I took that as you wanting to settle down.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

"Look, let's just forget everything. I mean, my desire for you and all, it's in the past now. All I want is my freedom away from this place." "I understand." "Do you?" Teni still held a good measure of doubt. To her, Boma was the source of her current trouble. Boma drew closer to Teni with the intention to offer some comfort. As Boma reached out to comfort Teni, the latter recoiled, a mixture of pain and bitterness etched across her features. "I wish we had never met," Teni whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Boma's heart clenched at her words, a pang of guilt washing over her. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice cracked from her struggles. "I never meant to hurt you."

My back hit the counter, and the spatula clattered uselessly into the sink. “Mav—” My protest dissolved as he deepened the kiss, his hand braced on the counter beside me while the other skimmed down my side, slipping beneath the loose hem of my pajama top. My skin burned where his fingers brushed. “You taste better than breakfast,” he murmured against my mouth, and before I could even process the line, his hand was sliding lower, teasing the waistband of my pajama bottoms. My whole body went still. “Wait, what are you—”

I blurted out as I sipped. “Damien,” he said, running his long, sexy fingers on my thigh and staring at my lips before meeting my eyes again. “So, what’s your story?” he asked. “No story. Just a broken heart for my birthday,” I said, looking into his unreadable eyes. I searched for pity but found none. Instead, there was something I couldn’t place. “We can mend that broken heart…” he said with a playful smirk, hinting at something more. “Not bad,” I said, wanting to loosen up and forget that bastard Jason.

Reo had watched the hot scene between Jack and Mitha through the laptop screen display. He did not think that Jack actually realized what he said. "Why are you doing this to me, Jack?" Tears flooded Reo's face again. Then the laptop was thrown against the wall of the room when Reo threw it hard. The man was wailing, he was sad, disappointed, and everything seemed mixed up. His gay girlfriend turns out to be having an affair with the opposite sex behind his back. Yes, yes, even though it's only the opposite sex but Reo's heart still hurts!

Avery wiped her tears and sighed as she stared at the colorful flowers around her, then she smiled sadly. “Pretty flowers, do you think I arrived too late?” she asked. “I broke his heart, and now I've broken mine too,” she chuckled. “But one thing I'm proud about is that I fell in love with the right person— I fell in love with Damian Foster.” “I said let go of me!” Damian pushed Valery. “Why, Damian? Why can't I kiss you?” she pouted. “Because our relationship ended a long time ago. You can't just kiss me.”

“I told you. Anyway, congratulations again. You got married fast.” “Yeah, I did.” “And I’ve seen the guy. He’s really hot. Isn’t he the owner of Men’s Aura? Where did you find him?” Inara shrugged but said nothing. “You never tell me anything. I’m happy for you anyway.” “Thanks Alex.” “You’re welcome. What about Amara?” “She’s with someone else, I’m sorry.” “What?” “You should have told her yourself.” Alex was immobile for a moment, disappointed. “She did like you though.”