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I love watching movies. Where I live? I live in a small town named Roselli, weird name right? But there is a legend behind it. There was a girl named Roselli, and she was in love with a guy named Roman, they were madly in love, but Roselli's father didn't approve of their love and married her off to some wealthy guy. cliché right? Roman was so heartbroken that he committed suicide by jumping off a cliff into the sea, calling out his love before jumping. Since then this town is lovers paradise, lovers around the world come to visit the spot Roman jumped from and call out their lovers name. Huh? I don't believe in all this I am in love of this place cause it's my home, there are some pristine

Titus moved the phone camera back to his face and stared at Carol’s red face. “Carol, you must really be Helen of Troy. How else would I end up dancing on the palm of your hand?” Carol rolled her eyes at him. “If I’m Helen of Troy, who are you?” “The one who got my whole country into war for you, Paris.” He was making it sound like she was trouble. “Then get yourself another lover. You don’t want me getting you killed, do you?”

Love replied. “Okay love, what about me? Huh?” Belle asked wondering. “What do you mean, what about you?” Love replied. “Well I mean, do I also not strike you as a romantic? Do i strike you as the sexual type?” Belle asked eagerly. “Well Belle, if you must know, you’re never open about these things. You always talk about how much you hate and despise guys. How you think they are all so disgusting and disrespectful. Literally, no guy who has ever had a crush on you, didn’t end up getting crushed by you.

"She's out to get me. She faked her death. She faked the whole dramatic exit. She'll show up once I've paid my dues." He clung to that belief. It was all he had. Even if the love he felt was nothing but a side effect of some drug. Even if that love had curdled into something dark. Nora was beside herself, crying next to him. Francis watched her, and after a long pause, a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Natalie loved me. She'd come running back the second she heard I was off the market." Nora, eyes red and swollen, looked up at Francis on bended knee and heard him say softly, "Nora, let's go ahead with the wedding, okay?

He pulled her closer to his body, warming both their bodies as they collided with one another. He waited for a couple of minutes for the girl to relax before placing a kiss behind her head and he too fell asleep while hugging her close to his warm body.

She made a suggestion. " I'm sorry, but I'm not a big fan of romantic movies. "They're a bunch of numbskulls." He objected. "Why aren't you a fan of romantic movies? Everyone likes romantic movies." Miranda smirked. "Not everyone enjoys seeing romance films. Despite the fact that I am not a movie buff, I prefer horror films to romance films." He responded. He had his reasons for not watching romantic movies, including his belief that love is dumb and that love is merely a diversion from human existence.

She leaned in, pressing her lips against Agatha's in a slow, deeply passionate kiss that tasted of absolute peace, secure boundaries, and a love that had defied every single rule to survive. The storm was completely over. Their scripts were finally written in their own ink, and their real-life fairytale was officially forever.

Ryan pulled me over to the big menu on the wall introducing the food, but I didn't pay attention, I just felt a little annoyed and quite embarrassed that this guy was so strangely enthusiastic about me. Subconsciously told me it was best to stay away from this young man. "Creamy noodles are also delicious." After saying a lot, Ryan turned to look at me, smiling wide. But I intentionally ignored that beautiful smile. "No need, only a burger." "Such a little?"

And I heard that he had watched one of my favorite movies, and also my recommended it for a lonely Saturday night: A beautiful woman. I was shocked when he said that he had never watched one of the most classic movies of the Adult Romance, and it was satisfying to realize that at the end of that night he was surprised and enchanted by a romance that could captivate even an unromantic man. And we spent long minutes talking about the genius of romance movies that did not cling to the idea of the cliché and that the ending was open to the interpretation of each one.

Jacob muttered while eating popcorn. "Yeah, even today, I love these couples very much!" I muttered while holding a burger in my hand. "What kind of movies do you like?" Jacob looked at me. "Romantic!" I replied, and as I looked at him, a smirk appeared on his face. "What about you?" I asked him back. "I love action movies." He smirked "Indeed, you are a boy!" He laughed at my comment. "But I prefer romance with the right person." He muttered, brushing his lips on my one earlobe—the vibration in his voice shot, please, through my veins.