Hopeless Romantic Novels & Stories

Why can’t I be so lucky? I’m not repelled by Jackson or good guys. My relationships seem to start off promisingly and quickly go south. I tell myself, if I care for the guy, I must be willing to love his faults. I’m blinded by the hope of true love and my soulmate so that, as the faults build, I rationalize each one instead of running. I’m a romantic. I long to find my happily ever after. I’ve kissed my share of frogs in search of a Prince Charming. I have a severe case of frog lips. Perhaps that’s repelling my happily ever after.

"It really looks like her mother is going to force her on me." "There are worse fates." "Well, sure, but... well, you know." Dantares laughed again. "Yes, you're a hopeless romantic who believes in love rather than arranged marriages, and yet refuses to see that the former can grow from the latter. Or do you believe I don't love my wife?"

" What am I going to do now? should I apologise or what?" " Yes you should and make it romantic" Mr DiCaprio "Michael does the gym offer still open?"

Maybe she did, Promise couldn’t tell. “I can never be as good as her. I will always walk in her shadow.” “Ayo, you really need to stop saying that! Are you not tired of saying that?” “It’s the bitter truth.” “I know I haven’t known you for too long. But for a year that I have, I believe you can do better than Anu but you just don’t want to.” “I don’t want to?” Ayo smirked. “It’s all I ever want.” “You just told me you are not interested in the first position.”

"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."

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

"Real love isn't clean. It isn't structured. It doesn't care about your family name, your money, or your neat little plans." I stopped breathing. My hand froze around my cloth napkin. "Real love catches you in the dark," Roman whispered into the microphone, his chest heaving under his white shirt. "It steals your breath. It makes you foolish enough to believe you can build an entire world with someone on a cold fire escape, eating cheap pizza in the middle of the night." My heart gave a violent, painful thud against my ribs. Amelia gasped softly beside me, touching her chest. "Oh, that’s so poetic! Did Damien tell him about our first date at that little Italian place?"

"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?"

"Oh my god, she's hopeless." Heather sighs, plopping onto my bed. "Come on, Diana. Can you at least pretend to be into this? Just for tonight?" I shake my head, rubbing my temples. "Heather, Von, this isn't a romantic fairytale. This is a business transaction disguised as a marriage. No amount of hotness is going to change that." Von gasps, clutching his chest like I just stabbed him. "Babe, blasphemy. A hot man is a blessing, not a burden!"

Instead, he stepped back, smiled and then put his hand on her neck and brought her in for a better, less surprised kiss. There were some men who just knew how to kiss. He was one of those men. He was the kind of man that was able to start a fire with just a touch. He was the kind of man that romance novels were written about. This was a kiss that would make Romeo and Juliet jealous. His lips fused to hers as he sucked the rest of her energy and swallowed her whole. Heat zinged down from her lips, through her chest, and straight to her core. She was fairly sure her little black dress was about to go up in flames.