Hopeless Romantic Novels & Stories

Rose asked and looked in the same direction, squinting her eyes. “I don’t know. I ..I saw something.” Rose whispered. “... but it was just an impression." and relaxing a little bit Zoey asked "What are you reading?” and looked at the book in Rose’s hands but she started to laugh. “Nicholas Spark’s book? You should not feed yourself with romance, Rose. Romance is not for us.” Rose smiled at Zoey and pointed to the book and said ” Hope dies last. Until my last day on this earth I will believe that my time to be happy is close.”

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?”

"I'm not interested in her. I say this because I feel confused and bad at the same time. Angel hasn't even been a month dead yet, but I've been sleeping with another girl. I hate myself, Harvey." Harvey squeezed Sean's firm shoulder. In his eyes, Sean was still his little brother whose worries were also Harvey's worries. "Don't hate yourself because there are some things I envy about you." "What do you mean?" “I've always wanted to have children, but my infertility made everything fall apart. So if you hate yourself, then you can imagine how bad I am. Maybe I can think that I shouldn't be worthy of living much less until I've ventured out to date such an amazing girl.” Harvey's gaze was drea

"But I feel like shit without him. I went to Texas last week hoping to see him but they told me he was not there. I don't know where to find him." "Then stop looking, stop searching, stop torturing yourself." He smiled at me. "Fate, destiny, serendipity, whatever they call it will make you and him get back together. If you two are meant to be then no force in the universe can torn you apart." "When did you start being a hopeless romantic?" I smiled at him. "When my best friend started to turn into a hopeless love struck bitch. So stop acting crazy and fix yourself. Let’s go out and have a drink."

Each carefully chosen element, intended to weave a tapestry of love and joy, now serves as a painful reminder of a future that has slipped away. Approaching the table adorned with flickering candles, their flames dancing in the wind like the fragments of his own hopes, Shane is confronted with the stark reality of his misguided beliefs. "Why did I think this would work? Why did I believe in something that was never meant to be?" he mutters, the agony in his voice resonating through the empty spaces of the yacht. The flickering candles cast eerie shadows, mirroring the shattered illusions of a love story that now lies in ruins.

He had hoped that they would be more open-minded, but it seemed that their minds were already made up. As he watched them begin to file out of the room, Liam felt a sense of despair wash over him. It seemed that their mission had failed and that there was no hope of ever bringing the Werewolves and the Lycans together. But as he and Penelope gathered their things and prepared to leave, Liam couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. He knew that there were others out there who were willing to listen, who were willing to give them a chance. And he was determined to find them, no matter what it took.

"But i don't seem to know anyone else worthy of the Galloway name. You're the best person that has ever happened to me, Rhoda, and I don't want to ever imagine my forever without you in it." Amber sniffed. It was then it dawned on me that the romantic scenery from the lovebirds had moistened my eyes. One would have thought it was mostly inappropriate confessing love at the gates of death, but these two young couple have a fearless way of breaking long standing stereotypes. They made love divine. They reminded me of Ludovic. And Gustav.

“I’ve been told I can be a little… too much. But I’m working on it. Therapy and things.” He almost seems embarrassed to admit it, like confessing to therapy is more vulnerable than confessing to drugging someone. I squeeze his hand gently. “I don’t think you’re too much.” I tilt my head and let my eyes go soft. “There’s nothing to apologise for in giving as much as your heart allows. You’re simply… a hopeless romantic.” The light that spreads across his face reaches his mouth in a slow, wondering smile. “That’s the first time I’ve thought about it that way. A hopeless romantic.” He turns his hand under mine, threading our finger

If he had told me two hours and five minutes ago, before the sun had set, maybe things would be different. We wouldn't have had to confess our love out of necessity. No one mentions how love pursues torment more than it does comfort. Hopeless romantics are irrational masochists, for who would willingly want to experience a piercing pain they know will eventually come? I am a hopeless romantic, I laugh. Because of that, I say it back, "I love you too." Maybe if the world was kinder to us. If he wasn't forced into a burning

*Excerpt* “You don't understand, Xavier," I take a step back, “Brandon will find me. He always does. And when he finds me this time, he'll kill you. As much as I want to be free of him, this isn't the way.” “I'll protect you–” “You're not listening to me. I'm not worried about me. If he catches us, he'll just punish me but he won't kill me. I'm too important to him. But you…” My throat closes up as I turn to leave, but Xavier grabs me by the elbow as I push back the door. I turn to look at him, my heart aching for us. There's a cold indifference in his eyes though, and for the first time ever, I'm scared of what he's capable of. “We can do this the hard way or the easy way, Audrey.