Cerita Romantis Negatif Novels & Stories

Actually gasped, like Dhara had just told her she was secretly married. “Oh my God. You said complicated. That’s already romantic.” “It’s not romantic,” Dhara said quickly. Too quickly. “It’s just—unexpected. And weird. And inconvenient.” “That’s literally how every love story starts,” Nina shot back, grinning like she had just cracked the code to the universe. “You meet. You deny. You travel together. Then you fall in love. It’s basic math.” Dhara wanted to laugh at how good this was going.

" I said as I drummed my fingers on the countertop, suddenly anxious. "Of course," she said, putting a hand on my hand to stop my fiddling. She speaks in this way that makes you think you're boring her, but she listens and she cares. And she knows how nervous I am lately about my fate and Finn's. "The app usually Matches people who have been together for a while. You and your prince charming will live happily ever after. Trust me." "A while," I echoed. "Huh?" She raised her eyebrows. "You said, 'a while.' We haven't really been dating for a while, and I–"

Love is what gives meaning to everything. As for her, she didn't want to postpone the guarantee of having control of her own destiny, pressured purely by necessity. Ambition is the summary of the true objective of her life, according to herself, but, in the minds of the traditional residents of Romântica, this relationship boils down to a series of possible mistakes that tradition does not usually forgive. “Here in Romantica, you should only marry for love! If the motivation is different, the union becomes a prison and the result is pain or separation.” Says an almost century-old lady.

“One thing, to write a romance novel.” “Me too. Never liked those types of novels.” “There is one more type that I don't like.” “What type is that?” “Where the husband cheats his wife, and she faithfully prays that he will return to her and that they will live happily ever after.” “Just, look at our Lady Vertina.” “What's with her?” “The last time, I heard about her, she had three lovers and two husbands.” “Three lovers and two husbands? ” “Yes. Do you know, what's the best part?”

"Being with someone you desire implies that you seek something from them, correct? You may quarrel with them if you fail to attain it due to your fixation. Their response determines your acceptance of the situation. "If you find it intolerable, the conflict escalates. Therefore, this woman enraged her husband due to her reluctance and resentment, leading to her death." Chester nodded. "Precisely." Isaac remarked, "I comprehend what Lia meant. One is destined for failure if one takes one's romantic pursuits too seriously. Had this woman placed her fixation elsewhere, she might have avoided this fate." Soon, Kenny returned while the three were engaged in conversation. Isaac was taken aback. Th

The flood of thoughts about what Blake had said rushed through my mind uncontrollably. During our four years at university, I never knew about his true identity. His style was always understated, so when we started dating, I never questioned anything. Since my father's business was thriving, my life was filled with the best things that ordinary people could afford. When we began dating, Blake shared his painful childhood with me—how he had been unloved and neglected. My heart broke for him, and I wanted to give him all the love he had never received. I spent every penny of my pocket money on him, hoping to earn his affection. Every gift he gave me, I made sure to repay tenfold.

ROMANO'S P.O.V. I have met a fair share of women in my life. At the age of thirty-three, I was already weary of them. They all wanted the same thing, love, affection, and all that romantic büllshīt I couldn't give. I've never believed in coincidence or fate, but what happened today seems like such. Calista Vitale. The very surname I've hated my whole life. And worse, she was the bride of Matteo Orsini, the other name I hate as much as Vitale.

This begged the question of why Rosita was seeking out Gerald instead of his father though, and she soon found out the answer to that when she voiced out that thought. "According to the gossip I heard between the others, Rosita and Mr. Gerald used to be romantically involved a long time ago. Rosita loved him so much, but he married Mrs. Frances instead, thus breaking Rosita's heart. Then later on, he had to go away after he fell out with Mr. Carter. I don't think she ever stopped loving him though, and maybe she thinks that he's going to take her back now that she has quit her job, which to me is a very stupid thing to think since all these years have passed." Jared finished. It was clear th

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

"Barely worth it." "She must've been desperate for you," a female voice chimed in. "Oh, she was dripping before I even touched her." More laughter. "God, she must smell." "Like cheap perfume and poor people," Ashley’s voice cut through. "You'd have to cover her face to fuck her, though?" My chest stopped. Please, no. "I wouldn't fuck Sloane Carter with a gun to my head." The book slipped from my hands. Jar of Hearts. The one he said we'd read together.