Quotes About Real Relationship Novels & Stories

“But I was scared. After everything, I didn’t know if we were good for each other — if we’d be more chaos than calm.” “Maybe we’re both,” I said, smiling. “Maybe that’s what makes us real.” She laughed under her breath, shaking her head. “You always know what to say.” “It’s the truth,” I replied. “Clara… I don’t want a fake relationship anymore. I want you. For real this time.” The café was quiet enough that I heard my own heartbeat. She didn’t answer immediately — she just stared at me, searching my face for something. And then she smiled. Small at first, then wider. “Okay,” she said softly.

“Have you even discussed that with him yet? I mean, he is five years older than you. Here you are, hoping he chooses you and you two aren’t on the same page for your future. How do you even know you want the same things? Falling in love is one thing, Tate. But there is more to a relationship than just love.” “You’ve been reading some self-help books or some shit, haven’t you?” She frowns. “Everyone is going to tell you to win his heart and swoop him up or that he is a good catch. Your parents have been so proud of you for all this. What you need is someone willing to give you a dose of reality.” “Yeah, well, thanks for volunteering.” I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Honestly? I’ve always wanted to start something from scratch. Build something from the ground up and say, ‘Yeah, I did that.’” Sophia smiled. “I like that.” Ryan looked at her curiously. “What about relationships? Have you ever been in a serious one?” Sophia hesitated. “Not really. I’ve dated, but nothing that ever felt… **real.**” Ryan nodded. “Yeah, I get that.” She tilted her head. “What about you?” He sighed. “Well, there was Taylor.” Sophia frowned. “Taylor?” Ryan nodded, a small, almost bitter smile on his lips. “She was my first real relationship. I thought she was the one, thought it was going to work out between us but turns out, she didn’t feel the same.” and was having an affair

He was grinning ear to ear. “That was great,” Mason said. “For the first time since this whole fake engagement started, you two actually looked like a real couple. Natural. Comfortable. The cameras are going to eat that up.” The relationship coach nodded, writing something on her notepad. “Exactly. Genuine couples aren’t constantly trying to prove they’re in love. They just exist comfortably around each other. You two nailed that without even thinking about it. The chemistry is there whether you want to admit it or not.”

she repeated, like the word was interesting to her. "You seem so natural with each other," I said. Trying to get the truth out of her "I can't tell if it was fast or if you've known each other for a while." She leaned her head back slightly against the wall. "It's not... it's not like that." "What do you mean?" "I mean." She paused. Blinked. "I mean we're not really... it isn't real. The relationship. It isn't real." I kept my face perfectly still. "What do you mean, it isn't real?"

My stomach tightened at the memory. He'd probably been joking. Had to be. The heat of the moment, adrenaline from fucking me senseless. People said crazy things during sex. Still. The idea wormed its way into my brain and wouldn't leave. A real relationship with Alexander. No deadlines, no clauses, no financial transactions. Just two people who actually wanted each other. It might be wonderful. Or it might be the dumbest thing I could possibly consider.

My mom said I only say this thing about people in relationships, because I've never really committed to one or experienced true fucking love. True love? I'd goggle it if my eagle weren't so high. But I'II tell you what I thought about relationships in general, they were fucked up as hell. For example, I was standing behind the counter at my current workplace, staring at Sofia and Garrett. Yes, that Sofia and Garrett. Apparently they couldn't keep their hands off each other for a day and now their mouth too.

“Thanks for the compliment. But, you know, it could be worse. You could be in a ‘real’ relationship with a psycho like me.” “God help us all.” She says as she leaves the table.

“Yeah, you’re right. So since I can’t get married now, what’s the rush in having a boyfriend who is gonna break my heart later and dump me for someone else?” Was she saying the same thing with Cassie, right now? “I think I can just be friends with them, and we can all be cool. Relationships are defined by true feelings expressed by real actions, not by wearing a name tag on it and doing all the shitty stuff you watch on screens or make up in your head.” Oh my, this was one of the best truths I've ever heard. I made a rough noise with my throat, announcing my presence, and Grace got startled that she let her chicken drop.

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.