Hopeless Romantics Novels & Stories

There were two famous deadweights in Kingsgate's high society. One was me, Millie Tanner, the pampered little princess whose only talents were shopping and throwing parties. The other was my childhood friend, Iver Langford, the fragile young heir born with autism and congenital heart failure. However, my older brother was the most feared name in the underworld, and my second brother was the richest man in the country. Iver's older sister was the undefeated queen of the courtroom, and his second sister was a surgeon whose hands could bring back the dead. One day, the four of them were chatting over a game of poker. "Raising one hopeless case takes the same effort as two. Might as well pair

"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.

On the very top was a note that read: [Rachelle, I know that you need 500 thousand dollars for your transplant surgery. I’m sorry I could only save 143 thousand dollars. I wanted to save more, but I didn’t have enough time. For the rest, I hope I can protect you and help you win the lottery from the other side. [I’m sorry for not seeing you. I’m too ugly now, and I didn’t want to scare you. And Jonah, I don’t blame you for leaving me. Be good to Rachelle. She’s more suited to be your wife than I am.]

'They are diabolical! "Well, Colm, what are we watching?" Celly asked. Colm smiled, "I appreciate being included." He slid his arms off the sofa and wrapped them around the girls pulling them close to his sides. "I figured, I should show you both how sophisticated and romantic I am." He smiled. "Let's watch Roman Holiday. I love Audrey Hepburn, or if you ladies prefer romance with some comedy The Princess Bride is a great classic and I'm sure you both will swoon over Wesley and his sword skills." Colm winked at Ang.

My reflection in the polished metal of the elevator door looked ridiculous — my eyes looked too hopeful, pretending not to care. We’d shared something quiet and lovely that night. The kind of closeness that didn’t need to be spoken aloud. But maybe that’s why it haunted me — it left too much room for doubt to slip in. When my phone buzzed on the third evening, my heart leapt before I even looked. > Mark: Hey. Been a long day. Rain check on that movie night we talked about? I typed, deleted, and retyped my reply three times before sending: > Me: Of course. Hope everything’s okay.

Olivia exaggerated sounding like she's so hurt and stated, "Are you really trying to make me answer that?... I know he don't like me but I'm not that hopeless... well maybe I am but who cares, I like who I like." I chuckled softly, "Sorry... yeah, I guess we're really best friends, we're both hopeless..." "Yep, but for starters, you're not entirely hopeless. I'm a hopeless romantic and you're just hopeless with Henry, there's a huge difference... like right now, I don't care who just give me someone who's decent and I'll probably marry him." She laughed child-like and continued, "Just kidding but you know, might as well give me one, right? Well, gotta go, I'm stalking him, bye!!"

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Just then they heard something dissatisfying. “No hope for Ayomide,” Oreoluwa had said. “What did you just say, Ore?” Emmanuel demanded. “I said no hope for Ayo.” He shrugged. “I heard you the first time,” Emmanuel said with clenched teeth. “I only gave you a chance to change what you said.”

"Women are all the same, always falling into the romance trap." Reading the comments about the viewers teasing her, Giselle didn't get angry. Instead, she admitted, "I was indeed a hopeless romantic. No one is perfect, but I've learned from my mistakes. Now, I see through everything."

A few people were sitting in the same area as her but none of them were smoking. I hoped what I read about her was true. In spite of all the flaws about her that were revealed, she was described as a hopeless romantic who was still head over heels in love with her husband, despite their old age. She especially loved seeing young married couples in love because they reminded her of her youthful days.