Hopelessly Romantic Novels & Stories

"Have you fallen for him?" "So hard," I say passionately. "I know it's insane and I know he declared war on all of us, but when I'm with him, it's so magical and wonderful. I can't even fully describe it. Everything is perfect." "And he has no idea you're a Volkanov?" I shake my head. "Oh, my God, it's like Romeo and Juliette!" Solana declares and claps her hands. "I hope not! You remember they both die in the end, right?"

Hazel said, her voice full of encouragement. “Men never care if you love them truly and stay loyal,” I muttered, still bitter. “Exactly,” Hazel agreed. “Maybe if the perfect romantic heroes from books were real, I’d consider dating again.” I chuckled. “Right? I’m reading a romance novel right now where the male lead is ridiculously hot.” “Ugh, don’t tempt me! I’ve added a few more book boyfriends to my list,” she said dreamily. “I miss our coffee and book talks, girl,” I sighed.

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

"I'm just here for a good time, not to be hit with all that romance stuff." I shook my head in amusement as I knew where all this was coming from. Thanks to Cora, who shattered the last bit of hope in love he had. I have no idea where she was, and I couldn't care less, as long as she doesn't cause any more harm to the people I care about. "One day, Rick, you'll get it," I encouraged him. "Love has a way of finding even the most stubborn hearts." He scoffed, "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Mr. Hopeless Romantic," he said dismissively.

After a silence between both of them, which transports them to highlights of their time together, Bruce kind of breaks the nostalgic moment, “But anyway, in one word... define Romantic...” “I see it like a box of chocolate, just one of those assortments that mom brought every time she came back from a trip. In our land, all people have practically one flavor. This is a well-assorted box...” excited.

It is times like this that you need the a miracle or a spell to hide, but we all know, those never happens. I was actually trapped with the two macho men beside me. I looked round and saw a man smoking in a Mercedes Benz. I guess I was so in my thoughts, I didn't notice the Porsche car. He looked at me and there he was the devil himself. What was so annoying was that he managed to look more handsome every time we meet. And why is my stupid heart jumping up and down? Oh, of course I have seen my debtor. "Where to love?" He says in his deep baritone voice that making the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.

"Come on, jump up or I'll push myself up." I grumbled and sat on the rail calculating how many bones I would break to listen to this ape. -You know? This was not how I wanted my prince charming to rescue me from my tower in the middle of the night as a romantic act," I muttered and lowered myself enough to grab the edge and lower my legs dangling. "Did you want it Romeo and Juliet?" "This seems like a very bad adaptation." I let go and he caught me down. "It's not an adaptation, it's our own romantic scene," he said without looking at me, as always, and left me on the ground.

Their lips met in a slow, passionate kiss, and all their worries and fears faded away as they lost themselves in the moment. Their kiss was tender and intense, each movement of their lips perfectly synchronized. Liam's hand rested on her waist, pulling her in closer, while Penelope's fingers ran through his hair, exploring every inch of him. It felt like they were the only two people in the world, lost in their own private moments.

“Like it’s just another war you have to control.” “It is.” “No,” she said firmly. “It stopped being just that the moment you kissed me.” Silence. Deep. Heavy. Unavoidable. “And now?” she asked. His breath slowed. “Now it’s complicated.” Nyra almost laughed—but there was no humor in it. “Complicated?” she repeated. “That’s what you’re calling this?” “What do you want me to call it?” She didn’t hesitate. “Real.” The word settled between them like something fragile and dangerous.

“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