Hopeless Romance Novels & Stories

"Whatever do you think? I mean who would ever believe that that word would actually come out of your mouth? You caught me off guard and for a moment I thought I had married a hopeless romantic man." "I am a hopeless romantic." "Then go to sleep, Mr. Hopeless romantic." I replied and covered myself with the comforter again as I turned my back at him. "I am going to let you go this time, because I know that you are too shy to accept what you have just said. But next time, I am going to make sure to taste every part of you," he replied, and I felt him lie down and his arms around me. I didn't object to that because I didn't want to have another conversation with him because I was sure that he w

Nothing could fill the void in her heart, not money, not posession, not parties or friends could spark up a little glimpse of happiness in her. Her heart repeatedly pierced by the emotions she couldn't bear nor control, it all seemed like a dream, the nightmare she was dying to crawl out from. Her one true love was gone, the man she had lived years with, gave her all to. Diana couldn't help but soliloquize. "Do I deserve to live? He is in the grave because of me, what's the use of living without him?" As if loosing her parents wasn't enough, she lost Branden.

A kiss! I didn’t have any expectations for an “us”. I had wants but no expectations. I may be a hopeless romantic happy to get lost between the pages of a hot and steamy novel or a sigh-with-sweetness one, but I am not naïve enough to believe that those kinds of things happen all the time. Some people will get that kind of love that makes guys wonder and girls swoon, but not everyone.

"ohh wow I've never been to a gay club before" I shouted "WHAT?!" "I SAID I'VE NEVER BEEN TO A GAY CLUB BEFORE" "WHAT" "never mind" I replied and used my hands to gesture don't worry about it. An hour later we have been dancing away and getting drunk, we head outside for a cigarette, I only smoke when drunk, Emma is sitting on Jesse's lap. "You two are so cute together, I wish I was with someone like one of you two"

"You love me too. I see it. Feel it. Every time you look at me. Every time you pull away because you're scared of what we are." "What we are is toxic. Doomed. Built on lies and blood." "Maybe. But it's ours. Our disaster. Our mess. And I'd rather have this broken thing with you than perfect emptiness with anyone else." She stood. Walked to him. Their faces inches apart. "If I kiss you now, I won't stop. You know that." "Good." "Hope is ten feet away. James could come back. This is reckless." "When have we ever been careful?"

"Has it only been that long? Don't you know, the mere sight of you instantly fills me with endless desire? I want you, more than anything else in this world…" His usual sappy, romantic drivel… it all just sounded like cruel mockery, now. Endless desire, huh? Wasn't she only a toy, for practice? Hadn't he had quite enough fun with her yet, over these past five years? She turned aside from an incoming attempt to kiss her. "Is that so?" she murmured coldly. "And what if you were never able to lay your hands upon me, ever again?" At last, Joseph began to realize that something might be amiss. He paused in thought for a moment. "You love me; I love you. We are in love. What could keep us apart?"

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

I was tempted to abandon several times, but we got here. if you guys aren't clear, this story really isn't romance. it's centered around Hope, the things we see with Darius are just ads flavor to it, you know? the story is centered around Hope's growth and battles. I hope you guys won't hate me for ending the story this way. anyway, look forward to my next one. it's set in the showbiz world and centered around revenge. that one has romance. thanks for sticking to this point. ❤️

Returning the smile "Yes of course, yes I will Be your Prom date " she agrees I step Close to her giving her a soft pec on her lips "have dinner with me and my father tonight?" I will be there " she says what an obedient girl she will make a good wife. I look back at Hope not saying anything to her I walk to my class part one of my plan is done. The day goes quick as teachers are talking about Prom and themes I am not hearing anything. My eyes find Hope she's sitting not listening either she's not her vibrant self around Carmen I wonder why. Not that I care I don't she's also in my plans she will

Moreover, she would rather experience hell with the man she loved and Big Joe wasn't that. For sure the man was kind and all but those feelings were null. Arianna saw him as a brother she never had and that my friend is not enough for marriage! Unfortunately, the man she loves was nowhere to be found, preferring to act in the shadows. Arianna sighed, rubbing her temple. She still had high hope of Elijah coming for her, but what if her hope was useless. She once heard a saying, "Hope is a slow poison. It's not just destined to kill you, it would torture your soul in installments, make you hallucinate that everything is going to be all right, and finally leaves you at the dead end."