Novel & Cerita Hopeless Romance

Rose asked and looked in the same direction, squinting her eyes. “I don’t know. I ..I saw something.” Rose whispered. “... but it was just an impression." and relaxing a little bit Zoey asked "What are you reading?” and looked at the book in Rose’s hands but she started to laugh. “Nicholas Spark’s book? You should not feed yourself with romance, Rose. Romance is not for us.” Rose smiled at Zoey and pointed to the book and said ” Hope dies last. Until my last day on this earth I will believe that my time to be happy is close.”

“I can’t believe you’re actually a hopeless romantic.” Ranya raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “Hopeless? I’d say I’m pretty good at this.” She laughed, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Fine, you’re decent at it. But I never pictured you being the kind of guy to plan a sunset date by the river or a dinner date by the beach—not to mention being so extremely clingy.” He smirked, his hand brushing her cheek. “I’ll be anything you want, Calista. You make it easy.”

The charming allure of the hotel was fading unless I dealt with it and rescued it from the looming financial abyss on time. This was nerve-wracking. I didn’t want to come to this, not at all. And to think that I wanted to please my mum by “getting married”, now I couldn’t take it back; that would be a horrible thing to do to her; she was extremely desperate. So what could I do about it? Come to think of it, she said no; she didn’t want to do it. Just perfect. I would just tell her to scratch that if we ever meet in person.

He was practically screaming, and the other people around us were beginning to look at us. Hope fidgeted around. She looked frail. "I wouldn't have brought her but my wife insisted. And now she's catching so much attention! If only she was able to get a Match, but no! Of course she had to be Unmatched. Nobody would want bastards, anyway." He glared at her again. If she's Unmatched, that means we're about the same age. But she looked so much younger and the way she hid herself reminded me so much of a child.

Hearing footsteps I look up to find Daniel standing by the doorway with a bottle of whiskey in hand The End Amari POV: It appears that I'm dead. The price we pay for love is death and I'm glad I died in the arms of the man I loved. Falling in love was scary because I would have done anything and everything for Xavier but he made falling in love with him so easy for me. I am forever grateful to him for that. The one thing I do regret is that Xavier never got to find out that I’m pregnant but at least that’s the burden I'll carry

Their eyes looked at each other deeply as if they were trying to dig into the secret hidden inside. Precious felt she could not accept Alex's sudden proposal but in the end she took his hand and sank himself in an oasis called hope. The hope of happiness that he built was only for a place to escape from the fear that enveloped his heart and mind. *** In his modest apartment room Liza was laying her head on Dennis's lap. They watch classic romantic films accompanied by popcorn that they make themselves. Liza watched every romantic scene by imagining her and Dennis playing the role.

Olivia exaggerated sounding like she's so hurt and stated, "Are you really trying to make me answer that?... I know he don't like me but I'm not that hopeless... well maybe I am but who cares, I like who I like." I chuckled softly, "Sorry... yeah, I guess we're really best friends, we're both hopeless..." "Yep, but for starters, you're not entirely hopeless. I'm a hopeless romantic and you're just hopeless with Henry, there's a huge difference... like right now, I don't care who just give me someone who's decent and I'll probably marry him." She laughed child-like and continued, "Just kidding but you know, might as well give me one, right? Well, gotta go, I'm stalking him, bye!!"

– she released herself from the hug and looked sullen – “if not for the scar. I’m really sorry about that.” “That was a silly mistake. It wasn’t your fault, Ayo.” She rubbed a finger against the scar slightly above her left eye. “But I shouldn’t have –” “No, Ayo. It’s really okay.” Ayo sat on the chair opposite Promise with tears in her eyes. “I can never forget that day…” * * * * * Four years ago in Lizben Schools. Promise entered the school playing ground and saw Ayo sitting on the swing alone and walked up to her. “Ayo!” she called. No response came, so she tapped her lightly on the shoulder. “What’s wrong? You don’t look happy.”

The weakness only a handful knew and vowed with their lives, not to mention the name ever again. My friends called me a hopeless romantic while others say I’m hopeless in romance. In reality, I am a little of both. For the longest time, I’ve always been looking for THE ONE, delving into every chance with every charming woman I meet. But none of them measured up to her. She was a ghost that lingered every time, haunting me even in my dreams. I wondered what my reaction would be if I saw her for the first time after 8 years of no-contact.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.