Hopeless Romantics Novels & Stories

“I’ve been told I can be a little… too much. But I’m working on it. Therapy and things.” He almost seems embarrassed to admit it, like confessing to therapy is more vulnerable than confessing to drugging someone. I squeeze his hand gently. “I don’t think you’re too much.” I tilt my head and let my eyes go soft. “There’s nothing to apologise for in giving as much as your heart allows. You’re simply… a hopeless romantic.” The light that spreads across his face reaches his mouth in a slow, wondering smile. “That’s the first time I’ve thought about it that way. A hopeless romantic.” He turns his hand under mine, threading our fingers together, and his grip is warm and eager and trembling slightl

“Let you whisper to him? Let him know you’re still fighting? Let him give you hope?” He smiled slowly, and was cruel. “No, darling. Hope is dangerous. And I’ve worked too hard to keep you hopeless.”

Bertrand's face turned pale as he looked at me, more defeated than I had ever seen him. I tugged on George's hand and said softly, "Let's go." Behind us, the wind carried the faint sound of Bertrand's broken sobs. I kept walking forward without looking back. As if trying to lift my spirits, George suddenly pulled a rose from thin air, like a magician, and handed it to me. "Annie, I wasn't part of your past… but I'd like to help you build your future. Will you give me a chance?" I knew how deeply George felt for me.

“I'm sick of seeing you act childish like this, Calvin. What's wrong with you? Did you just get hit that made your brain shake?” “Don't you want this? I have become a more romantic man to you.” “I like that of course, but within reasonable limits,” Hazel said sharply and quickly quickened her pace to reach Jackson Joacquin. Behind her Calvin snorted in annoyance. He really doesn't understand the confusing desires of pregnant women. Yesterday Hazel asked him to be a more romantic and family man. And now that he did, Hazel said she was sick of him. Really confusing. “Mr. Joacquin?"

I know that. "Mrs Adams. That is what I'm saying, his love for her turned hatred and anyone going against his will is in danger. He sees everyone who tries to stop him from hurting Anna as his enemy, but now we have a new record and hope." My ears peeked up at the mention of hope. "What is it?" I quickly blurted. My eyes raising up at him. "It is only you that can calm him." "How so?"

"Ah, she is one of the authors I handle." "I see. That girl was quite cute. You two are perfect for each other. Do you consider her as your girlfriend?" "Yes, Doc. Do not interfere with my love life, and focus on yours." "Haha, don't worry. I am worried for you because your sister mentions your too hopeless romantic." My damn sisters need to shut up. Who cares if I am a hopeless romantic! Even I kept getting rejected by many girls, and I continued to believe in love no matter what struggles I had experienced in the past. I want a romantic relationship with the one I love, not until I found my Mimo, which I have longed for since I was a child.

(26). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 26: Over “Zane! Just give up! We’re lost!” “We are not lost, I recognize this place!” Zane trekked on, determined. The afternoon sun was baking him like a casserole, leaving him drenched in sweat, but he kept moving. “We’re walking in circles,” Ryder heaved, falling onto his knees. Blake hoisted his classmate back up by his arms.

"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....]

Thomas whispered on his lover's ears. "You won't abandon me, right?" Fara’s crestfallen voice gently floated audibly on the ears of the cultivators around. Though it was mosquito like in scale, a murmur, a gentle tremor, yet how could such a paltry hindrance bar the capture of the curious. These lot could change landscapes and empty ocean floors if they wish so, what more some little pronouncements of love in their midst. It was ever the tragic tales of love that invited the fancy of the romantics. This was true in the past, real in the present, and will forever remain significant on the morrow.

"There's no way your life is real, Dan." "What?" "This is the fake-marriage trope in books." She explains. "The one where you have to get married for convenience but eventually fall in love." I stare at her in complete shock as she bubbles in joy. Lana is a hopeless romantic. She romanticizes everything - even the bad stuff. Says it all has to happen for the plot. She thinks life is a movie and we are all characters with little lovely stories. It's one of the things I love about her - but at this moment, I'm not so sure about that.