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“I don’t know what to do.” “I told you to just be yourself,” Roselia asked. “If it works, it will work.” “This should fail, okay?” I eyed Roselia. “I need this to fail.” “Why would you want this to fail?” “Honestly, I hate it when my mother sets me up. I mean, I want to love, find love, like in the movies or in the books. You know that? I may be a hopeless romantic, but I really want to experience something that’s…” I paused and didn’t continue what I said because I would just get frustrated.

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

Would this be the start of my romance story? People passing us by couldn't help but notice the radiant glow on our faces. Some smiled knowingly, their eyes filled with memories of their own love stories. Others simply stared, perhaps imagining what it would be like to experience a love so profound. Their silent admiration only added to the magic of the moment, making me feel like the luckiest woman in the world. As we walked, Alexander and I exchanged glances, our eyes speaking volumes even when words failed us. We didn't need grand gestures or extravagant displays of affection. Our love was simple and pure.

Our happiness today was in no small part due to their love, support, and sacrifice. Thanks to them, we could now live the love story we truly deserved. _THE END_

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No more paperwork. No more pretending. Only love.

places and well-known theaters it looked entirely different at night. There were very few passersby instead there were sly shadows that moved like ghosts between the buildings. Alongside snatches of inebriated songs and boisterous laughter the windows of the still-open taverns cast halos of yellowish light onto the sidewalks. Eleanor had grown up in a modest but cozy home a few streets away where her father Theodore Blake would spend his days poring over old manuscripts and his evenings whispering weird stories that she had always assumed were fairy tales. As a result Eleanor was familiar with the neighborhood. However she felt a strange chill that night that had nothing to do with the chill

His hands worked excessively on the keyboard. “I fully support borrowing RomComs or any romantic movies or books if anyone’s interested. They’re fairy tales that mislead young people into thinking anyone who laughs at them is either attracted to them or worse... Imagine reading about some cold CEO falling in love with a random girl; those are all lies.” “Calista?” Anthony was surprised by the range of emotions in a conversation about a movie date. “You can’t say that.” She furrowed her brow. “Why not?” He shrugged, smiling. “You have your parents’ love story to look up to, and yet you think love is overhyped? That’s rich coming from someone surrounded by lovers day and night.”

“Is he an older guy? A businessman? A prince in disguise?” Arthur wiggled his brows. “Or maybe you're secret lover.” Ashleigh choked on her drink. “What?! No!” James leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “So you’re telling us you’re completely platonic with this guy?” “Yes,” she said firmly, causing the enthusiasm on their faces to fade into disappointment. James groaned, flopping back against the couch. “Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless..... how could I forget that you’re unromantic.” Ashleigh frowned. “Excuse me?”

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that