Cliche Romance Novels & Stories

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

THE CHARACTERS ARE MORALLY QUESTIONABLE AND SHOULD NOT BE ROMANTICIZED IN REAL LIFE. ____

I'm cold as a rock, and the last thing this could be is the beginning of something. Romance is for pussies.

Ella mutters, rolling her eyes as she settles back into the couch. We continue to watch the movie and only the sound of the movie can be heard. It's until another intimate kiss, and I bit my lip, shifting my gaze on the base of the TV. “Wow, that’s cheesy,” Ella giggles after sipping from her can of Coke. “But kind of cute. Don’t you think, Clara?” I stammer, caught off guard. “It’s sweet.” Ella transfers onto the couch, sitting between me and Zachary. “Sweet? Please. That’s, like, the ultimate cliché. What do you think, Zachary? Are grand romantic gestures your thing?”

“Still not find the one, huh?” “Oh, please.” Phoenix rolled her eyes with affection. “Alaric doesn’t believe in the one. He says ‘love’ is just a series of chemical impulses designed to trick us.” Christopher raised both brows. “Romantic. Typical of him” “Absolutely,” she drawled, the sarcasm thick in her tone. “I mean, it’s impressive how committed he is to never committing.” Gerard leaned back, grinning as he reached for the bottle of red on the table. “Wasn’t he supposed to visit last year?”

Suddenly, I didn't feel like beating the crap out of him; I wanted to slice him into three-inch pieces and feed him to zoo animals. Klaus: What about you? Who was your best? Rhyland: I don't know if I've ever had a best. All my hookups were of the same level of adequacy. Klaus: And they say romance is dead. Rhyland: It is, though, Cosmos. Think about it. Everything that represents love-flowers, hearts, swans, doves-dies at some point.

Francesca knew this was a no-brainer, of the two men, one was a fifty-one-year-old widow and the other a twenty-eight-year-old bachelor. "Ah, Asher Evans it is then, I'll set a date for your first meet with him," Francesca declared when Joan picks the twenty-eight-year-old bachelor. Although Francesca thought it was quite unfortunate that her niece should go on a date with the wicked rascal, she had to concede, desperate times, desperate measures. "I don't understand, why would I go on a date with him?" "I told you it's an old tradition, it's an alliance between families, a marriage of opportunity, but who knows, it might spark some romance you desperately need in your life," Francesca state