Hopelessly Romantic Novels & Stories

“Who told you I want that? Maya, I want a son in law. You are turning thirty and you’re still single. You have turned down all the men I have brought in for you.” Maya sighed wanting so bad to bang her head against the wall. “Mom, I believe in love okay and not hook ups besides the men you bring for me are not my type but your type. Way too old for me.” “There is a difference between love and hopeless romantic. You’re the second option Maya. You’re hopeless romantic. You think love is all about what rainbows and unicorns. Seriously young lady you have to find love in order to live your happily ever after.” “Okay mom I have heard you. Can I please continue with my work now?”

(29). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 29: Delusional . Miles was sprinting down the street, avoiding the sidewalk because it was too crowded, and dodging cars as they came his way. Aiden needed him, he told himself. Aiden was a damsel in distress in need of saving, and Miles was his knight. He would make him happy again, like he always did. He skidded around the corner toward the deeper suburbs where he knew

… I scrolled through my phone at the airport to pass the time and stumbled upon a post from a mutual friend Miles and I had. The caption read, "A loving partner truly rises to greatness. Mr. Graham showed us the power of true love. I hope to meet my own one true love someday." The attached photo showed Miles with his arm around Nora's waist. It seemed like he had effortlessly held his own in a drinking contest. I suddenly remembered the times I accompanied him to meet clients. Back then, he allowed them to make things difficult for me, leaving me to drink until my stomach ached. That was all while telling me he was helping me build resilience.

"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.

Abandoned by his own mother, I understand why he's blue, But I also know Helen loves him, in her own way, flawed, like me and you. I sigh, worry about Roman's wounds, our future unsure, Together, uncertain, but I'll be there, to help him endure. ################

“You sound like a hopeless romantic.” “Maybe I am.” Riley brushed a loose strand of hair behind Tiffany’s ear. “But it’s not hopeless if you’ve found the right person. Just… give him a chance tonight, okay?” Tiffany nodded, feeling a thrill run through her.

Rachel’s plan was working, but Emiliano couldn’t shake the feeling that he was playing a dangerous game. As Rhea’s trust in Emiliano grew, so did the guilt in his heart. One evening, as the sun began to set, Emiliano approached Rhea in their garden. He held a bouquet of her favorite flowers, and his heart was heavy with the weight of his deception. “Rhea,” he began, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “I know I haven’t been the best husband to you, but I’m trying to change.” Rhea turned to face him, her expression guarded. “Emiliano, I’m not sure I understand.”

I'm sure he loved her more and Amihan is obsessed with him. As I looked down at the overflowing waste bin, filled with crumpled tissues, I couldn't help but feel like my love life was cursed. Every time I thought I had found the one, everything fell apart. Was I destined to be alone, to never find true love? Was I the problem, or was it just a series of bad luck? I had always been a romantic, and always believed in happily ever after. But now, it all seemed like a fantasy, something that only happened in movies and books. Maybe I would never have my own happily ever after.

Isabella prompted, reading his expression. "But I don't care." Dante pulled her closer. "I'd rather be vulnerable and have you than be invincible and alone. I'd rather risk everything than spend another day pretending I don't love you." Tears shimmered in Isabella's eyes. "That's either the most romantic thing I've ever heard or the most reckless." "Can't it be both?" Dante traced the barely visible mark on her throat with his thumb. "Welcome to loving Valentino. We specialize in romantic recklessness."

“June!” She leaned closer and her eyes gleamed with mischief. “Or maybe…” She drew out the word, curling the last strand of my hair with dramatic flair. “…maybe tonight’s game is the climax. The grand romantic turning point where you finally admit you’re hopelessly into each other.” I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “You’ve been watching too many romcoms.” “Correction,” she said cheerfully, brushing a soft pink gloss across my lips, “I’ve been living with one.”