Hopelessly Romantic Novels & Stories

"Real love isn't clean. It isn't structured. It doesn't care about your family name, your money, or your neat little plans." I stopped breathing. My hand froze around my cloth napkin. "Real love catches you in the dark," Roman whispered into the microphone, his chest heaving under his white shirt. "It steals your breath. It makes you foolish enough to believe you can build an entire world with someone on a cold fire escape, eating cheap pizza in the middle of the night." My heart gave a violent, painful thud against my ribs. Amelia gasped softly beside me, touching her chest. "Oh, that’s so poetic! Did Damien tell him about our first date at that little Italian place?"

"You heartless woman. I thought once I found you, I'd comb your hair, wash your feet, cook for you, and take good care of you. And yet the moment we get married, you want me dead." I pulled out the universal glue from my system inventory and held it up in front of her. "Look what I brought you."

If he had told me two hours and five minutes ago, before the sun had set, maybe things would be different. We wouldn't have had to confess our love out of necessity. No one mentions how love pursues torment more than it does comfort. Hopeless romantics are irrational masochists, for who would willingly want to experience a piercing pain they know will eventually come? I am a hopeless romantic, I laugh. Because of that, I say it back, "I love you too." Maybe if the world was kinder to us. If he wasn't forced into a burning

Her heart nearly stopped. “You’re successful now,” she said. “You have everything. Why would you want the same girl you left behind?” “Because I never stopped loving her.” The room felt suddenly smaller. Dangerous. Hope was a dangerous emotion for Evelyn. “I don’t believe you,” she said. “You don’t have to,” Lincoln replied. “But I’m not giving up this time.” Her chest tightened again. Every man she had dated after Lincoln had been an attempt to replace something that could never truly be replaced.

“I cannot lose you, Irene.” The words landed hard. No conditions attached. No qualifications. No but. Just truth. Raw enough to bruise. I swallowed once, suddenly aware of how violently my heart was beating against my ribs. “I understand the terms now,” Romeo said quietly. “You refuse to be loved halfway. You refuse to live inside emotional quarantine conditions. I understand that.” Something in my chest twisted painfully. “You don’t want me as a romantic partner,” he continued. There it was. The surrender. Not strategic.

“Love, your paycheck wouldn’t cover my shoelaces. I bought you a winter coat last Christmas that cost six times your rent.” “And I love that coat,” I said sweetly. “See? I’m grateful. Please, Roman… I can't survive one week in New Hope without you by my side. I need you with me to fight my evil sister.” He watched me, his eyes softer now. “You’re lucky you’re my best friend.” “I love you.” I squealed. Roman sighed. “When do we leave for New Hope?” “In two weeks.” He ran a hand through his messy hair. “Great. Let’s ruin a wedding.”

The madness of falling for someone who would tear the world apart just to keep you. That’s dark romance. A beautiful tragedy you’ll never escape.

“Maybe. But it’s also kind of hot, don’t you think? The whole ‘I’ll do whatever it takes to be near you’ vibe? Ugh, I’m swooning.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You’re insane, Tess. You're really insane.” “No, I’m a hopeless romantic,” she corrected, giving me a cheeky grin. “And honestly, Camila, you should be flattered. Do you know how many guys would go to that length for a girl? Not many!” “Probably because most guys aren’t deranged,” I muttered. Tess laughed, hooking her arm through mine as we started walking down the hall. “You’re impossible, you know that? Here you are, living in your own personal love story, and you can’t even appreciate it.”

of course that was my plan to ask her out to be my girlfriend in public and this is just the perfect place. quincy baby we find love right where we are so baby now take me into your loving arms kiss me into the light of a thousand stars oh darling place your head on my beard _ thinking out loud cause baby we found love right where we are baby we found love right where we are baby we found love right where we are and we find love right where we are he finished and everyone went crazy, screaming and clapping as he stood up from the small stood he sat on then gave his guitar to noel and immediately ginger went to him smiling and giggling stupidly

I didn't expect him to sing. /I have loved you only in my mind But I know that there will come a time You'll feel this feelin' I have inside/ /You're a hopeless romantic is what they say Falling in and out of love just like a play Memorizin' each line I still don't know what to say What to say/ I was just staring at him while he is singing in acapella. I didn't know that he has a good vocal. /Don't know what to do