Hopeless Romance Novels & Stories

He zipped his face over to look at me, the paleness of his eyes making a spot in the pit of my stomach swirl like crazy. I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, no. I told him to wait twenty years and then ask again. But I’m banking on the possibility he’ll lose interest by then. Because honestly,” I set my hand against my heart and fluttered my lashes. “I’m not sure how I could marry Cason when I’m holding out for Hopeless Henry.” Wick wrinkled his brow in absolute confusion. “Hopeless Who?” My mouth fell open. “No. No way! You haven’t heard of ‘Hopeless Henry’? How is that even possible?”

An hour later, I can feel hot tears streaming down my cheeks. I just read an upsetting story and it made me cry. Why would she leave him like that? It's a novel made by an author named Hope, a romance, a slice of life genre. Volume one is about how the blind girl and her man fell in love but in the end, the girl disappeared, she left him! Without even saying goodbye! Is that what happened to Adam? He just left me hanging? I snorted while my tears occupy the spaces in my eyes. We aren’t lovers, why am I even relating myself into this? I heard the door creaked and it was my Zach.

Rocky has the ability to always bring out my inner brat, “You’re on his side, not mine.” “I don’t think there’s even sides here, you both want the same shit deep down,” he says, unfazed by my brattiness, “Also, Hope is a very selfish person who has never gone through heartbreak, of course she’s going to give you the selfish advice. Why would you think she knows anything about your situation? At least I’ve been in love… sort of. So, I kinda get it, Hope doesn’t. She just fucked her way through the pack without involving feelings until the Moon Goddess decided to bless her undeserving ass with a fated mate who worships her. That’s fucking unfair.” That makes me cross my arms in annoyance. He’s

" I gave him a brief, cold glance and let out a faint laugh. My reaction left him utterly confused. It was as if his confidence had been drained. "Is there anything else?" I asked calmly. It was as if Miles' pride was wounded. He quickly grew angry, revealing his true nature. "You don't love me anymore, do you? Did Carter send you to Affenheim first? That brat's been moving assets here lately. Are you two planning to elope behind my back?" Hearing him bring up Carter, I felt my own anger ignite. "We've been over for a long time. If you want to throw a tantrum, find someone else. Stop causing trouble for me!"

Each carefully chosen element, intended to weave a tapestry of love and joy, now serves as a painful reminder of a future that has slipped away. Approaching the table adorned with flickering candles, their flames dancing in the wind like the fragments of his own hopes, Shane is confronted with the stark reality of his misguided beliefs. "Why did I think this would work? Why did I believe in something that was never meant to be?" he mutters, the agony in his voice resonating through the empty spaces of the yacht. The flickering candles cast eerie shadows, mirroring the shattered illusions of a love story that now lies in ruins.

In the middle of nowhere, and where, the warm months barely reached 59ºF, and when the temperature dropped, if they were lucky, it would be -35ºF, Paul wouldn't have the slightest chance of escaping. In Daniel's mind, Paul would eventually accept the truth. Accept that he is the only one he loves, and together they will stay there, until the end of their lives. Now all that was left was to figure out how to get Paul into the car and leave. Those rich people wouldn't let go of him, especially Alex, who must pay well for Paul to have the courage to let him fuck him. Paul never had very high standards. For money he would fuck anything. This always made Daniel go crazy with jealousy.

"So what if I'm single? It's not a crime! I'm sure someone, somewhere is waiting out for me. Once I found that love of my life, we will be the best love team ever. Even better than the love story of Aladdin and Jasmine, JaDine and KathNiel. Even the story how Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley fell in love to each other will pale in comparison to my love story! Just you wait!" [Alright, alright. As you said, then so be it...I won't argue with you... Haaaayyy... what a hopeless romantic girl....]

Maybe Angel will agree more with the forest concept than the cathedral venue. Sean smiled as he continued to stare at his phone. Sean knew this wasn't his first wedding, but it was the first time he'd been so excited that he called the wedding organizer. His previous marriage to Jessie was full of fakes, and Sean was very sorry he ever believed that Jessie was pregnant with his child. One year with Jessie was wasted until Sean stupidly gave up Angel with Harriet. Sean doesn't want his bad past to repeat itself. Sean wants to be able to marry Angel before things get too late. But... What must Sean do to get Angel to accept his marriage proposal? ----

"It’s a charcoal freighter. It won't be comfortable, and it won't be fast." ​"We don't need comfort," I said, catching Damian as he finally stumbled. "We just need the sea." ​As we walked out into the cool Roman night, the Third Impression tucked safely against my skin, I felt a shift in the gravity between us. The debt hadn't been erased; it had changed form. We were no longer husband and wife by contract. We were two survivors with a negative map to a place that didn't exist on any satellite. ​"Aara," Damian whispered as we reached the shadows of the alley. "If we get to this 'Gilded Press'... if we bring the system back... do you go back to the shop? Do you leave?"

Let’s see how this one ends for our girl. [And if she rejects him, he gets angry and kills people anyway. Same outcome, different flavor.] The air felt charged, hormones spiking fast. That familiar dryness hit my throat again. My eyes felt glued to his face. I couldn’t look away. I’d experienced this before. There was a dungeon once, Rose Manor. The feeling was exactly the same as when I ran into Zero and Jackson back then. The moment I lock eyes with an anomaly that fits my taste, my stupid love-struck brain starts overheating on its own.