Cerita Romantis Negatif Novels & Stories

Hearing the system's promise, I was instantly tempted. "Ximena, let me fix your skull." I used the universal glue to carefully attach the missing piece back onto her head. After it dried, I had her shake her head a few times to test it. "It's really fixed." Ximena broke into a happy smile. I seized the moment to make my request. "Ximena, today is our wedding day. Let's just forget all the misunderstandings from before. How about you give me that nail as a token of our love?"

I hadn't done anything wrong, yet I was expected to grovel and plead like a dog begging for scraps. The villa's AC was cranked up high, but the ice cream cake sitting on the coffee table was already starting to melt. Just like my marriage to Ryan. No matter how hard I tried to hold us together, the cracks just kept growing. I reached out, scooped a little melted ice cream onto my finger, and put it in my mouth. The sweetness did nothing to mask the bitterness inside me. Ryan and I had been married for three years.

The next day I saw her again in the cafe where I and Zahir were supposed to discuss a project but Mr Romeo decided to hang out with his newly found love. Both of her friends went with Ziya and Zahir and now we both were left. That's nice, maybe we could have a little conversation while driving to the amusement park. But our conversation in the car made me angry most of the time and I ended up being rude and harsh to her. I know I hurt her with my words. She said she missed me and I could see in her eyes that she wasn't lying. After Zainab locked us in her room she told me about her past, That man! How could he do something like this to her?

I miss that one slovenly. Tup! Gerald patted my mouth. "Here is the mouth, it is extraordinary. Saying is a prayer, want to cry chased? Want to be a widow? Do you want our child to have no father?" asked Gerald over and over. I just pursed my lips. "Rara jokingly said it. We are an eternal couple, we will not be separated forever." "Romeo and Juliet?" "Want to be excited, so a couple? Their life is tragic. I do not want to live a story like that. I want to be like the story of Habibie Ainun?"

This is something she has always avoided this year, this is the reason she hated men, their sweet words just to get a woman and once they have that woman's love, they end up weaving a web of lies in the relationship. Cassandra cried more but silently so that her secretary won't hear her weeping. We sat on her chair, picked up a napkin and cleaned her face. The ache she felt in her heart was so strong that she felt she was going to die at any minute. Well, it's all her fault, she should be blamed for everything, she fell in love with a man, a man that hasn't committed any relationship with her. Clearly, Dennis isn't dating her, they are just friends and he is free to flirt around or choose an

I say, feeling so stupid. “I know, and I am sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I was speaking to your friend to give me some ideas for a proposal, I think I understood her wrongly.” “Teresa?” he nods. “That explains it, Teresa is a hopeless romantic, she thinks that danger brings out love. Before meeting Chris, she dreamt of being in an almost death situation and the man who will save her will be the love of her life.” I can’t stop myself from smiling.

Our marriage had never been filled with lies—the truth had simply never existed between us. The video was still playing. I could hear "Oohs" and "Aahs." Someone urged Hera to share more details about their love story, "Tell us about the romantic things he did for you!" Romance? These people had no idea how dull Hera truly was. I had once poured effort into creating romantic moments. Each time, she showed less and less interest. Then, she told me she hated romance. These things were distractions. Illusions, even. An Awakenist valued only sincerity.

They just outstood every other Romano couple. Unique and Romantic. The photos screamed love than power. Natalie was paralyzed when she saw the pictures of her step sister with the man who is supposed to be her husband and only the devil in the hell knows about the ruckus she caused at home after reading the love story written in the magazine. She fucking didn't believe a word Nicholas said but the words he said are too honest and authentic to brush them as pretence. Their couple outfits, their kisses, their chemistry, their smiles, the interview, everything felt like a stab in her back.

“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.

I swiped to the next comment. Urlah L: Ida is a much better date. She is rich, is a graduate from good universities in UK. She is a girl boss who deserves a man like Anthony. Also, imagine the conjunction of her family bushiness and his? OMG. They are like a prince and princess. Unlike that other trash who only slept her way to that position. She has nothing to offer but her lady parts. Lol. Go, Ida. I’ve always been an admirer.