False Romantic Novels & Stories

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

"If I tell you, please do not laugh." "Never." "Something about the way you say that makes me believe you might not be saying the truth." "No, I'm serious. I'm very very serious. I won't laugh, but it better not be too funny, or then I'll laugh and then break a promise." I chuckled. "Don't worry, it's not that funny. I don't have romantic expertise, because I haven't quite dated more than two people in a lifetime." I couldn't believe I had said that. He chuckled softly.

She logged on to the site with a fake ID, ready to blast those idiots with her comments when she paused. A comment had made her stop and Rina stared at it, her breath coming out ragged with rage. Her finger hovered over it for a long time, as she felt her heart squeezed inside her. /This is fake news! It's common knowledge that Damien Romero doesn't love Rina and her clingy self. And besides, I heard that finale model is his Ex-wife! No wonder, he came out to society after such a long time! He's obviously still in love with her!/

"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.

"For a very long time, I truly thought it would be Stefan. But Stefan completely denied me and threw me away, so I don't think I can ever even have a mate in this world. Personally, I absolutely hate the whole idea of a fated mate anyway. I don't believe that concept is even real." I shook my head in deep disgust, looking back at him with total conviction. "Like... how on earth can you completely love a random person from just looking at them for the very first time? It makes absolutely no sense." I uncrossed my arms, gesturing wildly with my bandaged hands as I let out all my hidden frustration. "That is the exact stupid fairytale they always tell people about these fated mates. They claim

I tried to lie smoothly and hoped she bought my story. “Oh, it sounds quite romantic. One question, what will you do when he’d find his fated mate because a fated bond is over any love. You’ll be drawn to your fated mate without you realizing it.” She said with confidence dripping from her words. “Roman didn’t wait for his fated mate. He’s almost twenty-nine. I don’t think there’s any woman in your world is unmated at this age. Besides, our bond is very strong, built on mutual understanding.”

“This.” I l​ooked at him. “This i​s exact‌ly w‍hat I don’t like‍ about r‌omant​ic m⁠ovies.” I frown​ed. “What?” “They’re s​o cheesy.” I t‌urned toward him completely. “It’s not cheesy.” “It is​.‌” “No​,​ it isn‌’t. It’s about two people who love each other and ac⁠tually showing it.”

“Was that worth ten thousand dollars?” His gaze sharpened. “You’re cautious now. You weren’t on stage.” “I was performing on stage.” “Are you not performing now?” She paused. “Not for you.” That made him smirk—genuine and amused. “Good. I don’t like lies dressed in lipstick. I like truth… even when it cuts.” She remained by the door, not crossing the threshold of intimacy his words invited. “Then what truth are you buying tonight?” she asked. He set down his glass. “That you’re not just beautiful. You’re something rare. Most girls are firecrackers—loud, quick, forgettable. But you, Aurora… you burn slow. And men remember slow burns.”

Jennifer Koch, my childhood friend, has spent years helping me "test" my boyfriend, Tyler Sloan, to see if he's someone worth being with. When she sends a message in our group chat saying that she wants a beach vacation, her boyfriend immediately books first-class flight tickets for the two of them. Meanwhile, I wait up, checking my phone constantly. The clock strikes midnight before Tyler's reply comes in. "I'm busy." On Valentine's Day, Jennifer is showered with gifts and flowers. What I get is a lecture from Tyler. "Can you not be so childish? Who cares about these frivolous things?" Every time, I hold back my tears and try to excuse his behavior for him. "He's just not a very sentime

He turned his phone toward the table, displaying the document for everyone to see. “There,” he said. “Proof this entire thing is fake.” “I already knew about this contract,” Arnold said, and the room fell into stunned silence. “I’ve known for two days.” Matt’s confident smile faltered. “You knew?” “I knew this marriage didn’t start with love,” Arnold said, his voice carrying clearly despite its weakness. “But I also know what I’ve watched grow between these two people over the last three days. Real love doesn’t always start with romance, Matt. Sometimes it starts with two broken people finding something honest in each other.”