Hopeless Romantic Books Novels & Stories

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

They were more feminine than me when we were little. If they were not my brother's, I would be glad to take them both as my husband. Don't think of me like a slut. It is how the way I am. I'm quick to fall in love with tall hot guys, and sometimes I fantasize about them in my writings, and afterward, I kill them in the end. They need to suffer pain! All the stories I've written so far are tragedies where all the main characters' guy dies. It's kind of my fetish to kill them mercilessly. I'm joking. Besides being an ugly little squirt, I love writing romance tragedy, and my favorite novel at all times is Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare. So since I read that story by the age of five, I dedicat

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

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

If that's the right word to describe her. "I've read a lot of books before, some romantic sh*ts, like he was an irresponsible at first, left by his first love and family but then after years he will be a goody man who would come and claim his family but then he's still unacceptable for his family. So instead of just pursuing them over and over again, he will find someone who would love him wholeheartedly and then happily ever after." She explained, giggling at her own cheesiness. "Mind telling me what's the title of that book you read?" He asked but none of his concern anyway, but to him, it is.

"I don't understand, Delilah. I've tried everything to get Raphael to like me, but he just seems to hate me more and more. Even after he lost his memories, I thought maybe we could start fresh, but he still looks at me with such disdain. I don't know what I've done to deserve that." She took a deep breath, her voice shaking. "I really like him, Delilah. I know it sounds crazy, but I feel like there's something between us, something that could be special if he would just give me a chance. But I don't know what to do. I've tried being nice, being friendly, being everything I think he could want in a person. But nothing seems to work." She looked at me pleadingly, her eyes begging for answers.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

Title: The Lie Genre: Romantic Fiction Plot Idea: Aurora "Rory" Thompson, a successful event planner, falls for her client, Julian Blackwood, a charming and wealthy businessman. As their relationship deepens, Rory discovers a shocking secret: Julian's entire identity is a fabrication. Torn between her love for him and her outrage at his deception, Rory must navigate the complex web of lies and uncover the truth about Julian's past. Chapter 1 Aurora "Rory" Thompson stared at the sleek, black business card on her desk. Julian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. She had never heard of him or his company, but the hefty retainer f*e he offered to plan his charity gala was too enticing to res

" 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!"

Her heart nearly stopped. “You’re successful now,” she said. “You have everything. Why would you want the same girl you left behind?” “Because I never stopped loving her.” The room felt suddenly smaller. Dangerous. Hope was a dangerous emotion for Evelyn. “I don’t believe you,” she said. “You don’t have to,” Lincoln replied. “But I’m not giving up this time.” Her chest tightened again. Every man she had dated after Lincoln had been an attempt to replace something that could never truly be replaced.