Hopeless Romantic Society Novels & Stories

“ it will be better if I help you bring your stuff “ Louise approached her and removed the bag from Loki. Hiro held her arms and support her while walking. Hiro stick his tongue out as he teased Louise and gave a sarcastic smile. ‘ I have her. Stay back there. Mr. Prince ' Hiro thought as he resisted himself chuckled. Louise didn’t mind Hiro, but he felt jealous when Hiro held Loki’s arms as close. ‘ I will get a chance to be with her next time ' He grinned his teeth as he kept lifting the heavy bag from his back. “My building is here now. Be careful Loki “ Hiro smiled and left her. Hiro was the next building Engineering, his age wasn’t the same as Loki and Louise. He was a first-year colleg

Since I am a man who is considerate,I let him have it. Hence we had ourselves an Aurora Arden. The two don't even go together but it is what it is. The funeral was going okay until Mr. Heloriet showed up. Our eyes were on him waiting to see what he was going to do. He did nothing. He say there with his glasses on and a cane in hand. The people who arrived next were Loriet and the new husband. "I know that man,' Alex,the man who shares my name said. We all turned to him.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

With no food inside, she chose to starve rather than leave, still obsessed with marrying into a wealthy family. Darcy's death didn't cleanse her name; in fact, it made her reputation even worse. People dug up her past, exposing her plastic surgery and her sordid past as a mistress who once worked as a hostess. I sat holding my tablet, reading all these messages while Felix lay across my lap, acting like a dog waiting for his master's approval.

THE CHARACTERS ARE MORALLY QUESTIONABLE AND SHOULD NOT BE ROMANTICIZED IN REAL LIFE. ____

That two people could trust one another enough to be together, to let society fall away in an everlasting moment. Fara smiled. She'd always been the idealist, a believer in romance, for she had been born as such; her parents had been an influence of that kind. The only way to tell Grant it was all right for them to feel what they did for each other was to do so and let the cards fall where they may. Passion shouldn’t have to measure up to society. On completely different planes, they were like day and night. Society would be damned in the face of passion.

"Ethan, we need to talk. It's important. It's about us. It's about everything. It's about the truth. It's about what was hidden from us. It's about what was stolen from us. It's about what was taken." "What about? What's wrong? You look scared. You look like something terrible happened. You look like you're about to break. You look like you're about to fall apart. You look like you're about to shatter. You look like you're about to lose yourself." "Your engagement. It was fake. The whole thing was a setup. It was never real. It was never what you thought it was. It was never what you believed it to be. It was never what you hoped for. It was never what you deserved. It was never what you nee

"So, he's a newbie. Teaming up with someone like him gets you nothing." "If you ask me, he'd make the perfect human sacrifice." Their chatter made my chest tighten. In the end, Silvia said, "Stick with me for now. Just watch yourself later." At 8:55 pm, we walked into the town manor under her lead. The place felt as suffocating as a beast's cage. It was supposed to be a wedding, but white funeral drapes hung everywhere. Mournful music echoed through the dark. George smiled. "Guests, have you prepared your offerings?" His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms.

“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