Hopeless Romantic Novels & Stories

While I'm trying to be fast, I always end up daydreaming. You know, imagining prince charming would swoop to my rescue and take me into his palace, and then we will live happily ever after. Not. I wish everything would be as simple as that, though. Lena would always say that I am a hopeless romantic that’s why my first and only relationship didn’t work out because I was expecting too much.

"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

She would have faced it head on. “You know,” Malik begins as his finger finds mine and lock it. “I think—this is purely speculation—our meeting was fated.” I snort loudly. “You must be kidding me. I cannot believe that you are pulling the star-crossed lovers, meant-to-be card?” “I am a hopeless romantic.” “Well, bad news, lover boy but this Juliet is not falling for that stuff.” “Just think about it; you and I frequent the park so we would have eventually met—”

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

“I cannot lose you, Irene.” The words landed hard. No conditions attached. No qualifications. No but. Just truth. Raw enough to bruise. I swallowed once, suddenly aware of how violently my heart was beating against my ribs. “I understand the terms now,” Romeo said quietly. “You refuse to be loved halfway. You refuse to live inside emotional quarantine conditions. I understand that.” Something in my chest twisted painfully. “You don’t want me as a romantic partner,” he continued. There it was. The surrender. Not strategic.

She beamed at me from across the room, her cheeks flushed with enthusiasm. I took a deep breath, rolling my eyes at the sudden festivity. Valentine’s Day, a day to be reminded that romance could be a fairy tale for others but a tired story for me. The dream’s ghost whispered at the back of my mind, and I shoved it aside with a sigh. Emma pointed at the poster plastered near the bulletin board. It featured two clocks perfectly synchronized, below the tagline: The Perfect Lover. "Isn't it romantic?" Emma gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “If I could, I wish... well, maybe someday I’ll find someone like that.” She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movi

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

I frown at the thought of them playing happy family with this Yaya. "I'm sorry but at least now you know." He isn't sorry. "Wow like that actually makes things any better." I say sarcastically. "It does because I don't want you to get any hopes up." He says confidently. A part of me weeps because I know it's true. No matter how many girls I see Angelo with, there is always that hope that it's temporary and one day we will be a family. hopeless romantic. "What do you mean ?" I frown.

"Well, this is what makes you never last forever in a relationship. You've never been yourself." "What do you mean?" "You always try to be someone else to please your boyfriend. It won't last long, Ra. The proof is now Varo dumped you because he said you were too spoiled. Ari, your previous boyfriend, dumped you because you were too independent." "Can I get married if my relationship always ends like this? I want to be like anyone of our age who are already married." Ryan rolled his eyes lazily. "why do you always talk about it? Hey, being single means we're preparing for the arrival of a better love. Positive thinking, Ra!"

She was looking world’s most beautiful girl. Her peach pink was sexy yet simple and elegant. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I wanted to squeeze her and kiss her each and part of body. I couldn’t concentrate on any of my classes. All I could think was her. Slowly I can feel like losing myself. I end up gazing her all the time instead of taking. Wherever she was going I was behind her- in café, outside the class, in the parking lot. It was tenth day of this. Her smile was working has a dagger over my heart. Every time I see her I couldn’t control myself fantasising about her. But I know she can never be mine.