Fake Romance Novels & Stories

"There are two things that are sure to sell a movie - death and sex. And since I don't think either of us is willing to die for this franchise, this seemed like a nice alternative. Think about it - the two co-stars of the summer's hottest movie finding love both on- and off-screen. Audiences eat this stuff up." It wasn't the most romantic proposition I'd ever received, but I was willing to overlook that, considering the things he was doing to my body. He'd hardly even touched me yet and I could feel the heat building between my legs. "Okay," I said. "Let's do it." My body wouldn't let me refuse. I wanted this - I wanted a relationship with Luca Fontaine. The thought of parading our affair in

"You like the feeling of having a man who could kill for you?" I nodded slowly. "It's much better than one who would only die for me." Florian watched me for a long moment, his breaths hot against my skin, his eyes gliding around my face. When he spoke again, his voice was a slow, soft whisper, and I knew that this wasn't that fluffy nerd and popular guy romance. It was a dark romance of obsession, and I was a willing participant. "I always knew we would be perfect, Roxanne. I always knew you would be perfect for me."

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

I say firmly. “Not sweet love. If you are looking for a romantic person with green flags, you are in the wrong place and waiting for something that will not fill you. Our romance is dark, that one that has a lot of red flags and we want more. We like the possessive, the firmly delivered.

"There's no way your life is real, Dan." "What?" "This is the fake-marriage trope in books." She explains. "The one where you have to get married for convenience but eventually fall in love." I stare at her in complete shock as she bubbles in joy. Lana is a hopeless romantic. She romanticizes everything - even the bad stuff. Says it all has to happen for the plot. She thinks life is a movie and we are all characters with little lovely stories. It's one of the things I love about her - but at this moment, I'm not so sure about that.

Sophie is a typical romantic young woman. The books she reads most are romance fiction stories and the rules inside the books had become her treasured wisdom. "Let me tell you, in this type of properly arranged blind date, you will not be able to find any suitable partners. It is too old-fashioned. Everyone who comes will be prepared with their hearts filled with expectations and imaginations. When they really meet, they will not have any feelings anymore. The type of fate that comes unexpectedly is more reliable. For example, at a supermarket, when he reaches for something and accidentally hits you or he is pushing a trolley and accidentally knocks into you.......

The fucker slammed the breaks, sending us both forward that only the the seatbelts saved us from flying out the window. “Well, that’s random.” “Just answer the damn question.” “I don't, man. Romance? Ones with fictional men that are nothing like in real life. Most women are not in touch with reality, you know.” Logan answered but then he eyed me suspiciously. “Why are you asking? Oh, Leticia…” he said in a rather high-pitch and suggestive voice. “Shut up and drive.” He chuckled mockingly but drove away from the bookstore. Romance?

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

I walked to her and looked at her right in her eyes. "You read too many romance novels and watch too many romance movies.. Let me tell you something, Kamerie, everything you watch in romance movies.. they're all fake and there's no such thing as true love and spend your whole life with that person. Be realistic.. Tatiana." I said as I caressed her cheek with the back of my fingers. "You're a fucking asshole!" She hissed as she pushed my hand away. "You'll see.. I will make you regret picking me!" She pointed her index finger at my chest and then turned her body around.

He leaned in slightly, brushing a soft kiss against her forehead. “I’m done with rules,” he murmured. “All I want now is you.” Elena swallowed. Hard. And for once… she had no sarcasm ready. Elena cleared her throat and immediately pushed off his chest, not too hard, just enough to pretend she wasn’t melting into him two seconds ago. “Okay, that’s enough romance for the day,” she muttered, looking everywhere except at him. “You’re getting… weird.” Roman blinked. “Weird?” “Yeah.” She lifted her chin with fake arrogance. “All this emotional declaration… it’s messing with my system.”