Desperate Romantics Cast Novels & Stories

"Do you know what to call a slap that lands on your face? It's called a slap for a desperate." "Desperate, my ass. On the two of us, you're the desperate one. Desperate to make Denver fall in love with you no matter how many times he turns his back on you. Do you know where Denver goes after he turns his back on you? To me, Sandra. To me, because he deserves me better that you." "Oh, really?" Madame Madelle said then laugh afterwards. 'Ah, I might high blood.' "You too." Abby look at her. "After you couldn't attract my uncle, you attracted Anthony. Because you're desperate to make money. How come you were just a mustard seller outside the mall then."

"Ah, I see you've found my plaything." Mr. Martini steps through the mob towards me, as though he's been called. His shirtfront is smeared with blood, and it appears his nose is shattered. Though it's short-lived, the thought of this tiny girl roughing him up so severely makes my veins tingle with pleasure. A few women and several men respectfully nod as he passes, despite his scars. Most likely, some are trying to win his favor, but others... I make an effort to ignore it. People are changed by money and desperation. forces people to take actions they wouldn't otherwise.

I was the solid ground, the one person who knew the man beneath the suit, and in his desperation, he was tethering himself to me before the tide took him under. But God, I loved him, I still do. Even the weary, broken version of him. Perhaps especially that version. "Yes," I whispered, the word catching in a throat tight with tears. "Yes, Richard. I’ll be your wife." The restaurant erupted. It was a jarring, dissonant sound, the clinking of crystal, the roar of strangers clapping for a love story they didn't understand. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the flashes of the paparazzi became a blinding storm, turning the night into a series of jagged, white-hot frames. Richard let out a bre

his voice fills with deep remorse when he turns towards Elena and says, “You will be marrying Roman Russo” Elena goes pale and Casper looks as if he's about to puke.

she pointed in the direction of the gates we had just come from “So if I were you, I’d pack my stuff and leave with what is left of my dignity-“ she stopped mid-sentence and accessed me over, then a smile curved her lips. “Good gracious he hasn’t even touched you, has he?” She asked, I didn’t respond which only made her laugh louder “You are not even sexually appealing to him,” she moved closer to me and dropped her voice to a whisper. “I hope you know Ryder has a very high sex drive. First time he saw me, ughh...” she fluttered her eyes dreamily “He devoured me like a hungry beast, that’s one night I can never forget, so if he hasn’t touched you up till now, it’s because you do not appeal t

The color drained from their faces instantly. Chloe stepped forward and reached for my hand. "Declan, we know we messed up. We only did it because we love you so much. We wanted to force you to choose one of us. We're so sorry. We should never have used Evan to force you. Please, let me win you back." Chloe had always been the impulsive one. I had never seen her act this submissive. I looked over at Amelia and Bethany. Their eyes held the same desperate plea.

And kino started strumming. NOW PLAYING: "The Last Time" By: Eric Benet The first time I fell in love was long ago. Kino was smiling and singing for her so xiana just smiled and her tears fell. I didn't know how to give my love at all. The next time I settled for what felt so close. But without romance, you're never gonna fall. "You're annoying" xiana said but kino continued to sing After everything I've learned; Now it's finally my turn.

“Aria, don’t tell me this boy is the reason you’ve been dodging me?” I laugh, dark and sharp, tilting my head toward him. “Boy? You’re old enough to need pills just to keep up. You think you can fuck her the way I do? Make her scream so loud the walls shake?” “Logan,” she hisses, but her voice betrays her—soft, needy. Damien’s smirk falters. He tries again, desperate now. “Aria deserves a man who can stand by her in public. Someone respectable. Not… whatever this is.”

I don’t want to look like I am desperate for love. He left with an angry face but he came back with a sad face and “let’s finish assignment” I said ok and then he started narrating and I started typing. He started reciting with his husky voice. I am a slow typer and he speaks so fast it was getting hard to keep up with him. “Can you please speak slowly? I am not a fucking typewriter.” I finely told him. He started laughing and said “I was doing it on purpose for you to break”

Twice. And then— “Mmmf… fuck, wait—wait—what?” Loud moaning echoed in the background. A girl’s breathy whine. Bedsprings. “Roman,” I said flatly. “Dom?” he grunted. “Jesus, can I have ten minutes without your controlling-ass voice in my ear? I’m mid-ceremony here.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Are you seriously answering the phone while getting head?” There was a rustle, some half-hearted shushing. “She’s into it. Don’t kink-shame.”