Hopeless Romantic Society Novels & Stories

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.

I don’t know whether it was just coincidence, but somehow, they are in the family’s Hall of Shame—the unwritten list of women in our family who had tragedy or bad luck fall upon them because they disregarded this myth. And so, ever since I was young, I have been a hopeless romantic. I read all sorts of fairy tales and love stories, hoping someday one of those love stories would come true for me. That my knight in shining armor would come to rescue me, sweep me off my feet, and rush me to the altar. I intend to marry at the age of thirty, at least one year earlier so I’m sure I’m saved.

(29). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 29: Delusional . Miles was sprinting down the street, avoiding the sidewalk because it was too crowded, and dodging cars as they came his way. Aiden needed him, he told himself. Aiden was a damsel in distress in need of saving, and Miles was his knight. He would make him happy again, like he always did. He skidded around the corner toward the deeper suburbs where he knew

Expecting anything else from a money hungry, manipulative billionaire was the worst thing she ever did. His ways, characteristics, personalities, insecurities and his urge to win and control was absolutely disgusting and a bug turn off. Of course she looked past it ignoring the red flags. “Do you Victor Barnes take Reign Davis to have and hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health until death do you part?” the pastor asked. “I do,” Victor answered, smiling his perfect smile with his perfect thirty two white and shining.

"Christopher D’Amico and Matteo D'Amico. They came from nowhere and took the upper society by storm. They ruined house Gideon. Do you hear that? ‘New money’ ruined ‘old money’. It's typically the other way around; that's why everyone is scared of them. The rumours don’t help either." "Rumours?" She shudders audibly before continuing. "Missing persons, deaths and such when some of their deals go wrong. Avoid them if you can. Mum is trying to be neutral so that the old money society don't cut her out, all while working with ‘reputable’ members of new money.” Fuck? Which brother did I spill wine on? Fuck... How am I messing up immediately after I've been given a chance? I need to get rid of my

All she needs to do is trust her boyfriend. After our conversation I took her to their house. Her place is also quite far away so I didn't let her go home alone. I was on my way home when I thought that what I read in the novel was right and possible to happen. Love needs sacrifices. Just like what Dave Arkiel does for his girlfriend. He has to sacrifice his happiness so that the person he loves is safe because if not Camille's family's life will be disturbed by his parents. Because I know his parents. They are the type of people who when they want something they have to get it. Even if they have hurt someone else.

He had hoped that they would be more open-minded, but it seemed that their minds were already made up. As he watched them begin to file out of the room, Liam felt a sense of despair wash over him. It seemed that their mission had failed and that there was no hope of ever bringing the Werewolves and the Lycans together. But as he and Penelope gathered their things and prepared to leave, Liam couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. He knew that there were others out there who were willing to listen, who were willing to give them a chance. And he was determined to find them, no matter what it took.

"My darling works just fine. Her phone chimed again. A message from Damien: You have until morning. She studied the glowing screen. Finally, she typed back: Where should I sign? That evening found her in a luxurious penthouse suite nestled within one of the city's exclusive shopping enclaves. A French stylist named Margot was measuring her, as if the mention of Damien's name was just another whisper on the wind. "In high society, appearances are everything," Margot remarked, raising a beaded black evening gown. "People need to see you and think, 'She's untouchable now.""

... While I waited for my dress, Desmond appeared out of nowhere, grabbing my arm and pulling me outside. He looked scruffy and unhinged. "Let's go to City Hall and get our marriage certificate." My head spinning, I realized he had lost it. I yanked my arm free, glaring at him. "How long are you gonna keep this up? Do you have to ruin my life? Can't I have a good day? I wasted 13 years on you. Can't you stop being so selfish?"

The very thought of spending time with a man she despised sent shivers down her spine. Aza, a romantic at heart, harbored a deep-seated yearning for a fairytale wedding—a vision of herself in a flowing gown, embarking on a lifetime of love and family. But the reality was a cruel mockery of her dreams. She was being forced into a date, a potential precursor to a marriage, with a man she found utterly repulsive, all for the sake of their beloved, but failing, Oz Company. The weight of their shared dream pressed down on her, a heavy cloak of responsibility.