Hopeless Romance Novels & Stories

I’ve never been the kind of guy who is lost for words before. Talking myself into trouble has been more of a problem in the past. I was still reeling from Howen’s insane suicide note when Hope flew into the room. Well, someone who looked like a Hope from a different fucking planet. How can two weeks apart leave her so broken, reduced? The ghost of Hope flew into that room. Even her scent is weaker. Where are the freesias that could knock me off my feet?

] After reading that, my eyebrows furrow as I mumble with confusion, "Flaw?" "How come I have flaws in the story?! I ask my and my friends to check it!!" I raised my voice as I looked at my laptop screen. Then I continue to read. [You forgot that the theme of the story is Angsty Romance. Some of the questions are left unanswered. Why does Vlad want to take revenge? Why did Vlad hate Jaime, the CEO? What happened after Mirna killed herself? Those questions are left unanswered, and I wouldn't say I like the ending, but it's good but not my taste. You said that you're going to impress me with your tragic writing, but it's not impressive at all.]

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by:Authoress Ricky 🦋 Chapter Thirty- two🦋 Final💕💕💕 It been over a month now and things went back to normal. Mom spent time with us and guess what am going on a real date with Jeremy and I can't wait. Mark and Nobody I guess but he had been trying to get connected to julliard the new school nerd that doesn't even give him an attention. Jessica finally settled with Bred. Wondering who is Bred?

Do they think I cannot really control my feelings? Was I that stupid? “Could be.” My eyes flew at Bianca who was staring at me. Did my thoughts just leak out from my mouth? I squinted my eyes at her. “I mean… Didn’t they say that even the brightest man becomes a fool in terms of love?” I simpered before taking another sip. “Mind to elaborate?” Mind to elaborate. Hah! Funny how a famous romance writer faces dilemma understanding the truth behind this loophole. “Hope you don’t take this negatively, Rebecca.” She kept the same stare that shows care and pure intention.

" What am I going to do now? should I apologise or what?" " Yes you should and make it romantic" Mr DiCaprio "Michael does the gym offer still open?"

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

"I'm sorry. I can't fight anymore. Can't wait eighteen years. Can't risk losing control and hurting you. So I'm leaving. Going somewhere far away. Where I can't hurt anyone. Don't look for me. Don't try to save me. Just live. Be happy. Remember me as I was. Not what I'll become. I love you all. Forever. Hope." "No!" Luna collapses. "She's gone! My baby is gone!" We search everywhere. The city. The country. The world. But Hope has vanished. Completely. Totally. Gone. And with her, our only hope of surviving the next eighteen years.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

Romance is an incredibly fragile thing; it relies entirely on the romantic delusion that feelings are chosen, not programmed in a Petri dish by two desperate scientists trying to secure a government grant. "He’s lying, Kai," Anya whispered, her voice dropping an octave as she snapped her head up to look at me, her eyes filled with pure, unadulterated venom. "He’s trying to ruin what we have because he knows he can't control it. He knows he can't replicate it."

“You should start driving your own car from now on, you are really irritating.” “Yay, dearest Romeo,” he says mischievously, with sparking eyes. My cousin is really irritating and childish! I stop responding to him and turn the music volume really high until I don’t hear his voice. Mmh, can I be her Romeo? That body of hers would be divine. Scratch that, that’s a tragic story, I don’t even know why it is regarded as romantic. Two lovers committing suicide is nothing close to being romantic. I am certain that ours would be worse than that. It would definitely end with two murders instead of suicides. That does not stop me from imagining her being all mine though.