Hopeless Romantics Novels & Stories

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

Han's Point of View As I sat in the bustling coffee shop, sipping on my latte, I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing deep within my heart. Watching couples laugh, share tender moments, and exchange loving glances, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing in my life. The truth is, I've always been a hopeless romantic, longing for deep connection and soul-stirring love.

"I don't understand, Delilah. I've tried everything to get Raphael to like me, but he just seems to hate me more and more. Even after he lost his memories, I thought maybe we could start fresh, but he still looks at me with such disdain. I don't know what I've done to deserve that." She took a deep breath, her voice shaking. "I really like him, Delilah. I know it sounds crazy, but I feel like there's something between us, something that could be special if he would just give me a chance. But I don't know what to do. I've tried being nice, being friendly, being everything I think he could want in a person. But nothing seems to work." She looked at me pleadingly, her eyes begging for answers.

She was probably with a cute guy ogling at his baby blue eyes. I growled. Pathetic! Anything involving feelings was now pathetic. Those who had feelings were now pathetic. The whole world as far as I know was; pathetic. In a way, I was pathetic too since I missed Jack and all the stupid lovey-dovey pathetic memories we shared. I got up from the chair and stretched as far as my tired joints would let me. It was dark outside already and dressed like a sleepy bum would be the appropriate way to go to the store just across the street. My red hair was a tangled mess that completed the look.

Nothing could fill the void in her heart, not money, not posession, not parties or friends could spark up a little glimpse of happiness in her. Her heart repeatedly pierced by the emotions she couldn't bear nor control, it all seemed like a dream, the nightmare she was dying to crawl out from. Her one true love was gone, the man she had lived years with, gave her all to. Diana couldn't help but soliloquize. "Do I deserve to live? He is in the grave because of me, what's the use of living without him?" As if loosing her parents wasn't enough, she lost Branden.

"Well, this is what makes you never last forever in a relationship. You've never been yourself." "What do you mean?" "You always try to be someone else to please your boyfriend. It won't last long, Ra. The proof is now Varo dumped you because he said you were too spoiled. Ari, your previous boyfriend, dumped you because you were too independent." "Can I get married if my relationship always ends like this? I want to be like anyone of our age who are already married." Ryan rolled his eyes lazily. "why do you always talk about it? Hey, being single means we're preparing for the arrival of a better love. Positive thinking, Ra!"