Cliche Romance Novels & Stories

Blessings, on the other hand, come with an expiry date; if you can’t perspire and get what you want within the expiry period, or else blessings too, turn into clichés… …well, see, how philosophical I’ve become as I tell you about the first triple ride on our brand-new bike in a chilly winter morning up on a hilltop temple. That’s what clichés do. They make a philosopher of you when you don’t really want to be one. The temple wasn’t open for morning rituals yet and so our idea of sitting inside the hall and warm ourselves up for a while was of no use. We went to the backyard from where we could have a view of the city. All we could see was a thick layer of white mist shrouding everything in f

When I was done cleaning and dusting round the house ,I went back to the kitchen to clear the mess they created knowing they both wouldn't clean it up waiting for me to do it myself. I went back to my room ,collapsing on my soft bed ,I used my left had to off the light . I couldn't wait to meet someone who I will fall in love with and also love me in return. We will both build a nice family and leave happily ever after. If only my life was so easy and not shitty ,were I had a father who care for me enough to be around and a mother who didn't die giving birth to me . if only. I find my self slowly drifting off to my dream land at the thought of my Prince charming and night in shining armor re

When a man starts giving expensive gifts, that's when a romance begins. Mrs. Miller is a position that belongs to the woman who can conquer Glenn Miller. There are many contenders and the winner can only enjoy the pleasure for a short time because a new threat is soon to come. Chloe gritted her teeth and smiled as she viewed the wedding. Gwen and Lydia look so happy. Are they really that happy? Chloe begins to deceive herself: all women who marry rich men have to endure this pain. Ulric and Vince will also cheat one day. It is the nature of men, and no man is exempt.

For a moment, I am speechless. I don’t know how to respond to such words. It seems taken out of a romantic novel, one of those where the couple lives happily ever after, where there are no barbarians who hurt or a Lucian who tries to abuse your sister, where parents don’t offer you as a sacrifice to pay their debts. One of those novels with endings apotheosically full of love. “It’s a bit of a corny phrase.” I play hard to get, even though I feel like my heart has turned to butter: melted by this stranger. I smile at how he makes me feel.

Lucian said. I looked out of the window expecting to see the club and say a mansion. I looked at the mansion and the looked at the Twins and said “ Are you serious right now? What is this a classic romcom, BDSM, fifty shades of Yes please?” Zalindra just stared in disbelief at the sight before her. She thought to herself “A girl could get used to this…”

Elaine certainly wasn't the hero of any tale, but when bribed with a life of comfort and luxury, she definitely caved just like the hero's companions did. With a life of luxury on this island in the middle of the South Pacific, she wouldn't call a friend even if there was a gun to her head. Claire breathed a sigh of relief in turn. Either way, they were safe, though she could only hope that their absence would allow Charlie to focus all his mind on revenge. Still, thinking about Charlie left her feeling a pang of yearning. It was never the passionate, explosive romance that one should fear—if anything, the more thrilling it was, the quicker the novelty wore off. Suddenly, you find the specia

She rolled her eyes, Rhye being this sweet was like knowing that women didn’t want a partner that could communicate feelings or sympathize with emotions; they just wanted someone who could bench press twice their body weight, and that was a fact. Thanks to Hollywood's romantic Christmas movies. Sometimes she wanted to blame those movies. Women expect too much yet she was not complaining now. But she knew, werewolf males were like some hot male leads in a romantic novel where the handsome man was over six feet tall, had dark hair, tattoos, and so much testosterone-inflated muscle that he had to walk through doors sideways and who talked less. Not to mention that Alpha Rhye was superior to any

"Of being swept off my feet by a gallant knight or a handsome prince." Marvin's heart clenched at her words, a pang of guilt piercing his chest. He had never been the romantic hero of Jace's dreams, the dashing figure who swept her off her feet with grand gestures and whispered promises. Instead, he had been thrust into her life through an arranged marriage, a union born out of duty rather than love.

The trap of youthful romance that made her believe that all promises could come true. Unfortunately, they could not. Fate had many ways to speak. It silenced all desires and hopes in a thousand languages. “Luc.” A haze covered Velia's vision, obscuring the bitter reality she had once tasted. Lucas exchanged it. He replaced the bitterness with something akin to honey. Sweet and addictive. In the form of their lips meeting again. Lucas's dominance took shape. Through his firm touch and enticing darkness. He captured Velia's femininity in submission. More than just helplessness. The fortress Velia had built in seven years seemed useless when faced with Lucas.

What if it is not something I am prepared for? I brush those fears aside and press Enter. I sag on my couch. “Of course, it’s just a silly romance movie,” I read the article about the 2014 movie about a man who bets the owner of a bookstore that she will lose interest in her new beau after one month. It is cliché. I don’t need to watch the movie to know that the man will end up with the bookstore owner.