Hopeless Romantics Novels & Stories

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

Élliot asked, pointing at Moreau. " I'm in.." he said in a low voice, " Great, we'll move tonight, '' Delphine announced. They are going to raid Romanesque unannounced. .. .. .. The light of the moon shone in the town of Romanesque, it was like every other night, everyone had retired to their beds. Lamps were lit around, in one of the houses, two girls, one at the age of sixteen, the other eleven, were seen petting their new found toy, which they received from their mother as a gift.

A kiss! I didn’t have any expectations for an “us”. I had wants but no expectations. I may be a hopeless romantic happy to get lost between the pages of a hot and steamy novel or a sigh-with-sweetness one, but I am not naïve enough to believe that those kinds of things happen all the time. Some people will get that kind of love that makes guys wonder and girls swoon, but not everyone.

“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

I said attempting to interrupt his sentence, then continued, " Why are you suddenly going down the memory lane? It's *picks up the phone* 5:37 am!!, I don't want to talk about the old memories " "Right, I'm sorry, " said Skylar with a disappointed look What? what's that expression for... Tsk. "I don't want to talk about the old memories now, but we can have a conversation about this later okay?" I said to help lighten up his mood and to no surprise, Skylar laughed

She was hiding well and hopefully would be able to sneak away in no time back to the safety of her room. Philip walked in and immediately felt girls staring at him and vying for his attention. Gritting his teeth he politely dismissed each one. He didn’t really like balls, well truth be told he didn’t really like anything anymore. It all just felt hollow and empty and had for a long time. He looked around hoping at least that some of his men would be here so he could stick with them and avoid any more begging to dance. He saw Ridley, the man he’d class as his closest friend deep in conversation with a pretty girl by the drink stand and chuckled. Then his eyes fell on her.

He felt like a naive adolescent who had never experienced love. Miranda smiled warmly, as the title of the romance film 'One Last Hope' appeared on the screen. " Why does the title seem like it may be a very sad storyline?! " Andrew rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Oh, why are you questioning me? You were the one who chose the movies, and I had no idea when you did." She sighed and drew her arms around her chest. Her attention was drawn back to the small television.

He zipped his face over to look at me, the paleness of his eyes making a spot in the pit of my stomach swirl like crazy. I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, no. I told him to wait twenty years and then ask again. But I’m banking on the possibility he’ll lose interest by then. Because honestly,” I set my hand against my heart and fluttered my lashes. “I’m not sure how I could marry Cason when I’m holding out for Hopeless Henry.” Wick wrinkled his brow in absolute confusion. “Hopeless Who?” My mouth fell open. “No. No way! You haven’t heard of ‘Hopeless Henry’? How is that even possible?”

she butted in. “Or, they could’ve separated or something…” Nicoleta pulled her lips down and shrugged one shoulder. “He’s a Gypsy, Nic. What’s with you? And because we’re both gadzo, we don’t know if they have some kind of a divorce or something, right?” She didn’t want to give herself some hope that Harman could be a free man. After all, what was the point of leaving him then? ***

“I think… she deserves to speak for herself.” Viktor gave a dark, humorless chuckle. “You’ve been in this chair for hours, half-dead, and still you think you have a chance.” He stepped closer, leaning down until their faces were inches apart. “Hope is the cruelest weapon of all, Roman. And you still cling to it.” Roman’s lips curved again, “Hope’s all I’ve got left. And that’s more than enough to keep fighting.”