Hopeless Romantic Definition Novels & Stories

I am pathetic for begging him to love me. What if Gelo didn't die. I am gonna still be this pathetic? maybe yes from the beginning Gelo didn't love me. He only married me because our dads are friends. Why do I need to feel this pain all my life I always obeying my parents but why I'm always suffering. ********* It's been 8 months since I looked pathetic in Genesis's eyes but not I am not that pathetic anymore I already moved on. And besides, I have a boyfriend that loves me.

“It sounds like it’s about choice, and I don’t have much choice now. I have to be a courtesan. Even if I’d choose to be one, I’d like to choose, not have circumstance dictate my life.” “So what would you choose?” he asked. “I guess I’m still not quite used to this new future because I think I’d choose to always be with just the one man. Someone I’d not need to charge for my time, and could be entirely devoted to.” And be free to do what I wanted the rest of the time, like work, or read a book. Anything. Keaton tucked a finger under my chin. “Sounds like you’re what used to be called a hopeless romantic. To fall in love with just one man forever.”

"Allie and Noah sitting on a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Lacey dodges a pillow I aim at her face. "First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in the baby carriage." "I have never been this humiliated in my entire life." "Come on, it was romantic," Lacey says dreamily and bats her lashes. "Define Romantic." "I bet he was swept off his feet." I dramatically fling myself on the bed and spread out my limbs. "My life is over."

and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, arrogant, and ruthless businessman. Never in my dreams, I thought you can be a ‘hopeless romantic’ too.” "See, when it comes to romance, I believe in keeping it simple. For a second, did you call me ‘hopeless romantic’ by any chance?", his words held a little annoyance. Very little that to be noted.

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

"Just...let me get this off my chest, please?" Cedric nodded his head and allowed Aria to continue with her confession. "I've always been a hopeless romantic—if that wasn't obvious yet," Aria chuckled, causing a small smile to appear on Cedric's lips. "I've always dreamed of getting my own love story since I was young, you know? The sweet, loving, unconditional type of love that I would always see in movies." She looked up to the darkening sky before continuing.

Han's Point of View As I sat in the bustling coffee shop, sipping on my latte, I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing deep within my heart. Watching couples laugh, share tender moments, and exchange loving glances, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing in my life. The truth is, I've always been a hopeless romantic, longing for deep connection and soul-stirring love.

"Emily, I never—never gave you indication I wanted romantic relationship. Never led you on. Never suggested the mate bond with Hope was—was negotiable. You built relationship in your head that—that never existed in reality. That's not—not my failure. It's yours." "You could have loved me. If—if you'd given me chance. If you'd—you'd ignored the mate bond long enough to—to see what we could be. But you didn't. You chose—chose fate over choice. Chose supernatural over human. Chose—chose Hope over me without even trying to—to fight it."

For one terrible second, I thought I'd said too much — then Matteo looked at me with an expression so raw it nearly shattered my composure entirely. "Elena…" "I know," I whispered quickly. "I know it's unrealistic." "That's not why I reacted." "Then why?" A long, painful silence followed before he finally answered. "Because I imagine it too." The confession hollowed me out instantly, not relief, not happiness, but something deeper and far more dangerous, because once two people begin dreaming about impossible futures together, the eventual loss becomes catastrophic. He stepped closer then, one hand lifting gently to my face, and the look in his eyes frightened me. Not because of desire, but

He just needed a convenient wife to manage his home, look after his child, and provide a warm bed for him. If he truly saw me as someone worth marrying, would he have shoved his mother’s old ring on my finger like an afterthought? No grand gesture, no new beginning—just a hand-me-down from a dead woman. I was foolish to think he would ever truly love me. I was just a hopeless romantic playing a part in a tragedy I didn't understand.