Novel & Cerita Hopeless Romantic Society

"It’s a charcoal freighter. It won't be comfortable, and it won't be fast." ​"We don't need comfort," I said, catching Damian as he finally stumbled. "We just need the sea." ​As we walked out into the cool Roman night, the Third Impression tucked safely against my skin, I felt a shift in the gravity between us. The debt hadn't been erased; it had changed form. We were no longer husband and wife by contract. We were two survivors with a negative map to a place that didn't exist on any satellite. ​"Aara," Damian whispered as we reached the shadows of the alley. "If we get to this 'Gilded Press'... if we bring the system back... do you go back to the shop? Do you leave?"

It was the kind of ache nostalgic people mistake for hope. I had been a hopeless romantic, always romanticizing the idea of love. I mistook Theon’s obsession for affection. I ignored the other things, the red flags, the ways a relationship should actually work. When he said the words “I love you,” I latched on and let every warning fall away. “L… Lady Rhea… I… my—” Phenolope, Freye’s nanny, burst into the kitchen, face flushed and hands trembling. Panic tripped my heart into my ribs.

“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”

Sean needed to hear an explanation of what really happened last night. As soon as Sean sat down on the sofa his eyes fell on the brown haired girl. He couldn't help but reminisce about his messy past. In the past, Sean used to do one night stands with girls that Sean couldn't even remember their names. All that Sean did because his association was completely wrong. Slowly Sean began to change even more so when there was Angel. Angel brings good changes to Sean's life, but why is Sean now lost again to his past? Is it because Angel has left that Sean's life is back to the mess it used to be?

"In the whole of South City, I really don't know anyone who can't be messed with!" "Sigh…" Seeing this, Sophia sighed heavily again. "Liam, the world isn't as simple as we think. Those people… are members of the Fowler Society!"

As she tended to the flowers and trimmed the hedges, he would steal away to join her, seeking refuge from the stifling expectations of his privileged life. The juxtaposition of her simple attire against the extravagant backdrop of the mansion heightened the romantic tension. Her modest uniform stood in stark contrast to the elaborate gowns worn by the wealthy guests. It was a visual reminder of the impassable social divide that threatened to keep them apart, intensifying the forbidden nature of their connection.

Ignoring her denial, Heloise continued, "On one hand, you want to be friends with me, inviting me to the Wordsworth family banquet, wanting me to meet Reginald and alleviate your lovesickness; on the other hand, you hate me a lot. You don't want me to have it easy. So, you instigated the Talent Society members, Fred, and Bena to repeatedly embarrass me and even wanted Reginald to misunderstand me and the third son of the Smith family." "Cough, cough..." Tricia coughed violently, clutching her chest. "Unfortunately, your wishful thinking not only failed but also ended up making wedding clothes for me, allowing me to take advantage of the situation and establish the Summit Council, winning peo

" Imagine this. You are married to him because your parents asked you to. But you love him. He has not touched you or even talked to you properly. The only thing you do for him is to make him breakfast and dinner. He places money in your bank account as a fee for marrying him. Whenever you try to talk to him, he gives you short replies because he could not be bothered to listen to you. Whenever you want to try and fix your marriage with him, he makes you think there isn't a marriage at all. He makes you think that you are like a book he has in his bookshelf for years. Every time your heart breaks because of your efforts. One day you tell him that you want to leave and he barely heard you. Yo

He said as he took a step forward and she took another step back "You don't understand!, I come from a society of people with strong wills but weak minds, people who are all talk and no show, it's so easy to promise to love someone, it's so easy to propose to put a ring on someone's finger, to show them the world and beyond, but when it comes to actualizing those promises, dreams, and hopes, it turns into an unrealistic gamble of what if's and maybe's" Aramide yelled END OF FLASHBACK

and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, arrogant, and ruthless businessman. Never in my dreams, I thought you can be a ‘hopeless romantic’ too.” "See, when it comes to romance, I believe in keeping it simple. For a second, did you call me ‘hopeless romantic’ by any chance?", his words held a little annoyance. Very little that to be noted.