Non Romantic Novels & Stories

The group chuckled. "A movie sounds good," August spoke sweetly. "What should we watch?" "Inception." "No one likes that movie except you, Zane." "I like that movie," Aiden piped up. Zane stuck his tongue out at Blake from across the circle. "Why not a romance or something?" Ryder shrugged. Immediately, the whole circle went silent. He blinked, "What?" "You're into romance?" "I knew he was a big softy!" Miles pointed a finger. He flushed pink.

I said and closed my eyes when everyone gasped. “Its ok! I can wait darling. It is a big decision right.” He said and everyone awed at him. I glared at him for few minutes and then smirked making him frown. “I am so sorry darling. I am grateful to hear your proposal but I am not interest in men at all.” I said placing hands on my face. “We dated!” He said and I can hear his gulp. “Yes! That was just a test to see whether I can form any little interest in men. If I can form it in the most unromantic man then I can form it in anyone right.” I said looking at him.

Amir approached us and calmly said to Jonathan, placing his hand on his shoulder. Thank goodness Nora wasn't in the classroom because if she had seen Jonathan yelling at me, she would have punched him. Amir was a calm individual. He always tried to handle everything calmly and without losing his cool, and this was the best thing about him. Nora, on the other hand, was the polar opposite of him; she was short-tempered. Jonathan glared at Amir and spoke in a grim tone, "Then take your friend with you. Before Amir could say, I again denied going. "If you have forgotten, let me remind you that I won't leave this place until you talk to me properly," I stated, looking straight into his eyes.

He would never get to her mentally. It was because she did not love him. Since she did not have romantic feelings for him, she would not feel the heartache, anger, or sadness. No matter how much he flaunted other women in front of her. Chris nodded and said to Paige, “I had dinner here with a friend.” “Oh.” Paige smiled and nodded at the woman beside Chris. “Hello.” Tanya Burns nodded back at Paige with a smile. “Hi.” Then… No one talked. Lisa, Annabelle, and Millie were outsiders to the conversation.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

"Zara said she wasn't feeling well—her heart condition flared up. I dropped her off at her apartment. Nothing happened, I swear—" I interrupted him coldly. "You don't need to explain, really. I don't care." The car fell silent for a moment before Jason forced a smile. "Honey, let's not fight, okay? I promise I'll spend more time with you from now on." He reached over to buckle my seatbelt but tried to steal a kiss. I turned my head just in time to avoid him. I stared out the window at the neon lights, my voice calm. "I'm serious. I don't care, so you don't have to explain. It's exhausting, don't you think?"

This wasn't over. Not by a long shot. ***********************************

The Davis family's club was a playground for the high-stakes crowd, a haven for the allied families' vices. Francis held court at the poker table, a redhead on one arm, Nora on the other. Nora's dress left little to the imagination. Her makeup was flawless, but her eyes darted around, restless. I hung back at the bar, nursing a glass of water. Bernard sidled up next to me. "Holding up okay?" he asked. "Still kicking." Bernard fell silent for a moment before asking, "Did Nora give you the stuff?" "Uh-huh." I gave a noncommittal grunt, not elaborating further.

Below the line: A contractual fake marriage for one year. Public facing only. No personal obligations beyond what the contract specifies. In exchange I receive the protection of your name, distance from my current family situation, and the legal standing that comes with being your wife. You receive everything I know. All of it. Enough to save your company. He read it once, then he read it again. The room was very quiet. I watched his face with everything I had. Nothing moved in it. Not his jaw, not his eyes, not the line of his mouth. He was the single most controlled human being I had ever sat across from and I had spent years in a room with Ethan Chen who had built his entire personality a

Text after text poured in from our mutual friends. [Hey, are you still mad at Ryan? You know he's all bark and no bite. He's not even angry anymore. Just say something nice, and this whole thing blows over.] [Emily, Ryan moved Katie to a different department. If you keep this up, you're the one taking it too far.] [Today's the last day, girl. Don't be stubborn. A man like Ryan doesn't grow on trees. If you actually divorce him, you'll just be making room for all those other women circling him like vultures.]