Hopeless Romantic Definition Novels & Stories

“If you’re unhappy, it’s because you refuse to believe that you deserve to be happy! I think you are the problem! Not the guys you dated! You!” I had never seen Marie mad before. She was always positive, always saw the good in people. She was the type who would go home with guys and actually believed they would call her when they promised they would, and they almost always never did. But she didn’t lose hope. When she failed, she would just try again. Marie was not really a slut, just a hopeless romantic. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I was only messing with you. I am open to possibilities. In fact, I tripped on the way here and a really beautiful guy caught me in his arms.”

The collective we that is we. Before anyone can answer, Hope appears. In her God form. Looking at us with infinite eyes. "Oh Grandma." She sounds heartbroken. "What did you do?" "We tried to stay together." I sob. We sob. "We tried to avoid the Absolute. We tried to love forever. We failed. We chose wrong. We doomed ourselves differently." "No you didn't." Hope touches our merged form. "You chose love. Real love. Sacrificial love. Eternal love. That's never wrong. Never a failure. Never doom."

After a silence between both of them, which transports them to highlights of their time together, Bruce kind of breaks the nostalgic moment, “But anyway, in one word... define Romantic...” “I see it like a box of chocolate, just one of those assortments that mom brought every time she came back from a trip. In our land, all people have practically one flavor. This is a well-assorted box...” excited.

Our marriage had never been filled with lies—the truth had simply never existed between us. The video was still playing. I could hear "Oohs" and "Aahs." Someone urged Hera to share more details about their love story, "Tell us about the romantic things he did for you!" Romance? These people had no idea how dull Hera truly was. I had once poured effort into creating romantic moments. Each time, she showed less and less interest. Then, she told me she hated romance. These things were distractions. Illusions, even. An Awakenist valued only sincerity.

Hopeful and excited. "You are all fucking idiots, it's all a lie! The bond is a twisted way of making us feel something we have no control over. And a connection, pfft, yeah that will never be strong enough to override a fucking mate bond. That connection is strong, till a mate bond comes and…just like that, the bond always wins. Telling you you love someone you barely know. Think about it!" he scoffs. "You're just young , horny and delusional. How many of our kind suffer, or die, after their Mate dies? How many have turned bad because of being rejected?…" Roman nearly roars. "Now let's get to fucking business." He walks closer, he is pissed off, and each of his heavy steps send his aura rip

she asked, trying hard to sound nonchalant. James turned his gaze to the window, gazing at the hospital garden that was visible from there. "I once promised to never fall in love and be in a relationship with anyone in my entire life, then there's you..." "You and all your unexpected behavior could make my life more colorful, but the problem is I'm not sure what I feel and I'm afraid that our relationship would end the same as my parents did, so while I'm struggling to convince myself I call you 'hope' because I could probably lose you or win you that depends..." he said while smiled faintly.

The flame of hope that had once burned brightly within me had been extinguished, leaving only a cold emptiness in its wake. Every fiber of my being seemed to ache with the weight of hopelessness. It was as if the world had conspired against me, denying me the one thing I yearned for above all else. The dreams of finding my destined mate felt like distant echoes, fading whispers in a vast, uncaring universe.

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."

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?”

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.