Non Romantic Novels & Stories

"I am Zoey's true love. Do you know why we didn't end up together back then?" I pondered silently, gazing at him. "Back then, she had just assumed control of the family company and was too preoccupied to spend time with me. Moreover, my ill health and irritable demeanor during chemotherapy led me to propose breaking up. "She couldn't reach out to me in recent years. However, despite us living in different cities, she always kept me in mind. I just didn't expect her to be with you. "This is also a means to assuage my regrets. Our parents won't acknowledge you. After all, it wouldn't reflect well to admit that brothers share the same girlfriend."

Inside my rental apartment, I sat scrolling through my phone, searching for a reputable plastic surgery clinic. Just then, a push notification lit up my screen. [Top Trending in the City: The Wedding of the Century—Genius Designer Sylvie Thompson and Her Beloved!] I had told myself I was over it. But the moment I saw the headline, a dull ache welled up in my chest. I tapped into the Thompson Group's official livestream. It was just in time to see Sylvie and Tyler exchanging rings.

But no. She had a very modern kitchen with expensive appliances. The only thing she had that could be considered witchy was a hanging wall garden nurtured through hydroponics. The house smelled of fresh herbs, making it even more cozy. Rhiannon was not much of a talker, so I just sat around her house and watched the news with her while time slowly dragged on. “Alpha’s coming,” Rhiannon suddenly mutters, and the front door bursts open. Damen strides into the room as if he owns the place, glancing around until his amber eyes land on me sitting on the couch. His expression is grim, and my heart sinks.

I do not feel pleased that my best friend told my mate I am not romantic. "Miriam is not playing with his brains, and I think he is more the one playing with Miriam's heart. And her common scenes, and I think they lost their marbles. If that is what love does to people, I do not want to fall in love. It looks like everybody is going crazy when they are in love, and I have seen creatures do stupid things for so-called love. Maybe it is better not to fall in love and remain friends. All of a sudden, I am not so sure that I want a mate. Perhaps we are better off not being mates. We are getting along very well now. And I think if we are going to be mates and suck on each other's faces every day,

Her breathing stopped for a second, he hummed in contentment feeling her closer to him. They stayed still for some time and he let out the word which she never expected from him. She first noticed the tenderness of his voice after hearing those words, which left a lasting impression on her. "I know you don't love me and probably never will, but my love for you is enough for me. I will never ask you to love me back. I just want your loyalty and no lies or betraying. I feel heaven in your arms right now. Once a person gets to heaven, he never wants to leave it, so I can't leave you too. I'm sorry. I may not be the guy girls fantasise about."

We were the perfect love story, and we could have remained so…if only I hadn’t…. “Liv, what do you want?” Mark asked, snapping me out of my thoughts again. My eyes darted over the menu, “Ummh, could you order for me. I need to use the restroom real quick.” I barely heard his response as I literally sprinted towards the restroom. Have you ever been horny? I don’t mean that little urge you feel when you’re next to a man you like. I’m talking about full blown crazy need for sex. You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying.

Nona said shakily, tears streaming down her eyes. “Mark and I love each other.” “Don’t want to hear it,” Nona said. “Well, we love each other,” Rabel said defensively. “Well, I loved someone too, and you didn’t care. I didn’t want to keep from Ben and my friends.” “Nona, you’re 17. I’m sure you’ll make friends in no time. Honey, St. Marie is a good school, you see.” “It has a great volleyball team. I’m sure you will be the captain in no time,” Rabel said confidently as she gently rubbed her hands on Nona’s and gave her a soft smile.

I look up hearing a sigh and see Merlos placing her glass down on a nearby table. “I will never understand this yearning you all have for romance and affection. It all sounds so complex and frustrating,” she says with genuine confusion and mild disgust. “You know they have a word for people like you now.” “Bitch is hardly a new word,” she scoffs. “No, I was going to say aromantic,” I correct her. She looks at me offended, “There is absolutely nothing romantic about me. I detest the very concept.” I shake my head, “There are humans, who – much like you – experience little or no romantic attraction to people. They feel love, but the idea of romance or affection is not of interest to them. They

There was a quiet understanding like they didn’t need words. Who on earth is this Leo?

“But this is really too unreliable.” “In fact, love is something that is very unreliable. Nobody knows when love will happen and nobody knows how long love will last. Arya, I’ve loved enough and I don’t want to fall in love again, so I want to find someone whom I will not love and just get married.” Arya did not understand her again. “Just now, didn’t you say you like him? Why are you saying that you will not fall in love with him?” “Liking someone does not represent loving someone. He is not the type that I will fall in love with and I am not the type he will fall in love with. So, the two of us will feel very safe together.”