Hopeless Lover Novels & Stories

Vito cut him off, his voice edged with a panic he didn't even notice was there. It was then that everything became painfully clear to him. Alessia knew the whole truth. She knew there was someone he loved but could never have; she knew their marriage had started as a filthy transaction. She knew every bit of tenderness and indulgence he'd shown her had all been an act.

“You talk about love like it’s some holy thing that lives untouched by the dirt. But love is messy. Costly. It breaks the spine before it heals the heart.” His words pressed into me, and I hated that a part of me understood them. “Stop,” I said quietly. “You don’t get to talk about him.” “I don’t?” He tilted his head. “Then who does? The man who left you to dance for your life in another man’s world? The one who—” “Don’t you dare,” I cut in. My throat burned. “You don’t know him.” “I know men like him,” he said, eyes steady. “Men who use hope as currency. Men who promise forever but can’t afford tomorrow.”

A worthy price compared to the alternatives. Deep down, there was a teeny tiny piece of her heart that held hope that her marriage still had a chance. But the rest of her heart had been shattered too many times from years of neglect, together with her expectations that there was no longer a place to keep that love alive. Her heart was just a tiny fleck away from being completely frozen. But that tiny fleck kept giving her hope and encouraging her to press on, hold on just a little longer. Not to give up yet. That things might turn out better. That maybe Liam loved her, and he hadn’t realized it yet. As stupid as it may sound, she believed that one day she might have a happy ever after with h

Hope murmured, putting all her strength in her hand to push him off but his chest was like a brick wall, unmoving, hard, and strong. "You are not going anywhere." Varys ordered, "tell me. What did you find in him? What did you see in that fucking criminal to marry him?!" “You are the one to talk!” Hope's voice sounded shaky, even on that one word. She took in a big, broken breath. “You are a fucking criminal as well, Varys. You ruined love for me.” she took another breath to control the threatening tears. “Would there be any difference if it was you in his place? You never told me what kind of things you did, what kind of business you were in. You have no right to judge me when you are not a

If he had told me two hours and five minutes ago, before the sun had set, maybe things would be different. We wouldn't have had to confess our love out of necessity. No one mentions how love pursues torment more than it does comfort. Hopeless romantics are irrational masochists, for who would willingly want to experience a piercing pain they know will eventually come? I am a hopeless romantic, I laugh. Because of that, I say it back, "I love you too." Maybe if the world was kinder to us. If he wasn't forced into a burning

I stared into his eyes “I always saw you as a manwhore” “Ouch!” He jokingly pretended to be hurt but we laughed it off “everyone matter how evil they seem are capable to love someone” “So what happened? Why aren't you with her?” I asked curiously “She married someone else” he answered nonchalantly “her father married her off to a rich arabian and what hurts the most was that, she didn't fight for us… she was more than ready to be with him because of his wealth” I gently placed on hand on his arms in a comforting manner “I'm sorry about that Haze” I genuinely felt for him

Loveth continued, her tone feigning concern. “I don’t—” “Don’t what? Like him?” she sneered. “Please. Everyone sees it, Novah. It’s pathetic.” I wished I could melt into the floor. I wished I could disappear the way people wished on stars or whispered to the Moon Goddess. I looked down at my shoes. They were muddy. Old. Like me. Loveth stepped even closer, her voice dropping into something only I could hear. “You think he wants you? An unshifted, book-hugging little freak? Keep dreaming.”

"We just share the same name. The pregnancy is indeed quite a coincidence. It's an honor to share the same name as the Shadow pack's Luna!" Julie nodded in agreement. "It's a beautiful name! You're so lucky!" Then she said sympathetically, "He's so pitiful. His Luna left him because of a misunderstanding. Do you think his Luna will forgive him after seeing this video?" I shook my head gently, my tone firm. "I don't think so. His Luna must have given him many chances and only left when she was completely heartbroken. As for misunderstandings, I believe there are no misunderstandings when faced with facts."

I hoped I would one day be healed of this sickness, but here I am, still fucking struggling to breathe everytime it rains. I hoped mother and Sylvia would love me one day, but all they’ve ever done is hurt me. I hoped papa would never die and leave me all alone in this world, but my last memory of him is his body hanging from our ceiling fan. I hoped Drake would love me, but he looked me in the eye and chose my twin sister over me. So I won’t hope anymore. I won’t hope that the intense look in Harlan’s eyes means he feels something for me.

There were two famous deadweights in Kingsgate's high society. One was me, Millie Tanner, the pampered little princess whose only talents were shopping and throwing parties. The other was my childhood friend, Iver Langford, the fragile young heir born with autism and congenital heart failure. However, my older brother was the most feared name in the underworld, and my second brother was the richest man in the country. Iver's older sister was the undefeated queen of the courtroom, and his second sister was a surgeon whose hands could bring back the dead. One day, the four of them were chatting over a game of poker. "Raising one hopeless case takes the same effort as two. Might as well pair