Hopeless Romantic Books 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?”

How would I be able to become independent on my own and leave that annoying prison I call a house away from the evil bitch and her mother. If I agree to be his lover I will only be just a meaningless hookup to him and am sure he won't have feelings for a girl like me. Who am I kidding... Fairly tale don't exist in real life just on TV and story books. What was I thinking he would be the rich ,handsome Prince charming to sweep me off my feet ,fall in love and leave happily ever after. I really need to discuss this with somebody ...not to make the wrong decision. Ha! Angela...why didn't I think of that.

"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?"

“If it’s the one person who makes your heart race and your blood feel like it’s on fire, then yes. Common sense doesn’t stand much of a chance.” “But what if that person is the worst possible choice?” I asked. “What if he doesn’t respect her, doesn’t love her back, treats her like crap?” “Why are you so worked up?” She snatched the book out of my hands and glanced at the cover. Then she snorted. “Oh. I get it now. You’ve been reading again. A historical romance? Honestly, that’s still an improvement over those creepy occult books you used to read. What, you didn’t like the hero?”

But Arabella’s heart had already begun beating far too quickly. A breeze moved softly through the marketplace between them. Neither spoke for several moments. Then Edwin finally gestured toward the bookstore. “Do you enjoy reading?” “Yes.” “What sort of books?” Arabella hesitated. “Poetry mostly.” One dark brow lifted slightly. “Romantic poetry?” Her cheeks warmed instantly. “Sometimes.” Edwin looked dangerously amused again. “You continue to surprise me, Lady Arabella.” “And you continue mocking me.” “Only because you blush so beautifully.” The words escaped him so naturally that both of them froze afterward.

Chapter 1: The Match Ella Ramirez leaned against the counter at Brew Haven, the late Tuesday afternoon lull dragging like molasses. Rain streaked the Portland café's large windows, turning the gray sidewalk into a blurry watercolor. At 19, juggling community college graphic design classes and barista gigs, Ella thrived on these quiet moments—sketching customers or scrolling her phone for inspiration. Today, though, boredom won. She pulled up SparkMatch, the addictive new dating app hyped on her For You page. "Real connections, real sparks," the tagline teased.

I'd gladly shoot the ones who'll tell her otherwise. I busied myself by answering some emails as I sit on the couch in the Great Room, trying my best not to bother the people going back and forth to decorate. It was coming to life now, the wedding. Several flowers and lace and lights. I should feel sick to my stomach now, knowing that in less than three days, I'd be a married man, be Boss of two business, and have Mari as my wife, have her enemies as mine, and mine as hers. It wasn't scary though. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that this marriage is real. Somewhere deep inside the rubble of distrust and hate, bad history and vendettas, Mari and I have something real. Sure we might

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

The whole house was boring and the atmosphere was gloomy, I decided to go into the study, when I was in there with Damon I could recall seeing romance novels on the bookshelf. I am a true lover of romantic novels, they get your spirit high with the sexiness of the male lead and gracefulness of the female but one thing that lacks in all romantic plot is that all are the same, there hasn't been anything new but who cares...... While I checked the bookshelf I notice a couple of erotic novels in there, you should know that I am very happy.

I didn't know what to do; borrowing money was not even in my mind because how would I be able to pay it back? I let out a breath in frustration and opened my word puzzle book. Searching for words in any puzzle book always helps me. It is weird, yes, but whenever I was frustrated, angry, sad, or something related to any of these mentioned, solving puzzles did it for me. I searched for the word 'Discombobulated' in the letters arranged randomly. I squinted my eyes, hoping that it would expose the word quickly but that wasn't working. I put the pencil in my mouth, staring hard at the book. It was getting so difficult so, I skipped to the next word, 'Onomasiological'