Novel & Cerita Hopeless Romantic

"So what if I'm single? It's not a crime! I'm sure someone, somewhere is waiting out for me. Once I found that love of my life, we will be the best love team ever. Even better than the love story of Aladdin and Jasmine, JaDine and KathNiel. Even the story how Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley fell in love to each other will pale in comparison to my love story! Just you wait!" [Alright, alright. As you said, then so be it...I won't argue with you... Haaaayyy... what a hopeless romantic girl....]

“He’s giving us a bit of hope. Rational hope. He’s desperate enough to sell whatever scraps of information he has, and I’m willing to buy. He wants money over loyalty, which works perfectly in our favor.” Raymond flicked his cigarette into an ashtray. “And you trust him?” Sophia chuckled. “Of course not. But I trust his greed. And that’s enough.”

He was practically screaming, and the other people around us were beginning to look at us. Hope fidgeted around. She looked frail. "I wouldn't have brought her but my wife insisted. And now she's catching so much attention! If only she was able to get a Match, but no! Of course she had to be Unmatched. Nobody would want bastards, anyway." He glared at her again. If she's Unmatched, that means we're about the same age. But she looked so much younger and the way she hid herself reminded me so much of a child.

They both laughed. “How do you speak French so well then?” Eugene hated that he was gradually becoming inquisitive, but he couldn't help it; he was just recuperating from a heartbreak that had nearly made him fail woefully academically, and his traveling to Los Angeles was to have a change of environment, a change of breath, at least to distract himself from the present harsh reality of realizing that the girl who he had always loved for years was never in love with him and there was nothing he could do about it. He had cried, begged, and pleaded, but his ex was bent on leaving. She has always wanted to leave, but Eugene would keep on trying desperately to make her stay until she became fed

"Whatever do you think? I mean who would ever believe that that word would actually come out of your mouth? You caught me off guard and for a moment I thought I had married a hopeless romantic man." "I am a hopeless romantic." "Then go to sleep, Mr. Hopeless romantic." I replied and covered myself with the comforter again as I turned my back at him. "I am going to let you go this time, because I know that you are too shy to accept what you have just said. But next time, I am going to make sure to taste every part of you," he replied, and I felt him lie down and his arms around me. I didn't object

That's some wishful thinking. I sighed. Sometimes, I really wish to be like Kris when it comes to love. Completely unbothered and detached. I was an incurable romantic. I believed in finding the one. Finding the right one and fighting to be with him. I believed in all kinds of crazy shit even though I wasn't a reader. I don't read those glossy romance novels that Kris brings home. Yet, my wishes and desires were cheesy enough to turn them into a story. F*ck, this sucks.

Her heart nearly stopped. “You’re successful now,” she said. “You have everything. Why would you want the same girl you left behind?” “Because I never stopped loving her.” The room felt suddenly smaller. Dangerous. Hope was a dangerous emotion for Evelyn. “I don’t believe you,” she said. “You don’t have to,” Lincoln replied. “But I’m not giving up this time.” Her chest tightened again. Every man she had dated after Lincoln had been an attempt to replace something that could never truly be replaced.

“But I’ll be back out here later.” The air stirred faintly near the doorway, as if in acknowledgment. The day passed blandly. He worked out, but his heart wasn't in it. He went to his favorite coffee shop to work. His concentration was shot. He could focus on a project for a couple of minutes, then his thoughts would drift. She seemed to take up his every waking moment. The yearning he had was a new thing, delicate. He cared about people in the past, but never like this. He wanted to know more and more about them. The questions he had were endless. What happened to her after she shared the dream? What was her name? Could she do anything besides push into his dreams? Did time pass the same f

“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.

Nothing could fill the void in her heart, not money, not posession, not parties or friends could spark up a little glimpse of happiness in her. Her heart repeatedly pierced by the emotions she couldn't bear nor control, it all seemed like a dream, the nightmare she was dying to crawl out from. Her one true love was gone, the man she had lived years with, gave her all to. Diana couldn't help but soliloquize. "Do I deserve to live? He is in the grave because of me, what's the use of living without him?" As if loosing her parents wasn't enough, she lost Branden.