Romantic Or Realist 소설 & 이야기

“You should start driving your own car from now on, you are really irritating.” “Yay, dearest Romeo,” he says mischievously, with sparking eyes. My cousin is really irritating and childish! I stop responding to him and turn the music volume really high until I don’t hear his voice. Mmh, can I be her Romeo? That body of hers would be divine. Scratch that, that’s a tragic story, I don’t even know why it is regarded as romantic. Two lovers committing suicide is nothing close to being romantic. I am certain that ours would be worse than that. It would definitely end with two murders instead of suicides. That does not stop me from imagining her being all mine though.

It was the kind of number that did not solve problems so much as it dissolved them entirely. She wrote: Why does a man with your resources need a contract marriage? Surely you could have a real one if you wanted it. Something moved behind his eyes at the word real. He typed slowly: I do not want a real one. I do not believe in romantic love as a practical foundation for anything. I believe in structure, clarity, and terms that are agreed upon in advance. A contract marriage is more honest than most conventional ones. The parties know exactly what they are entering. There are no false expectations.

He replied, "All books are fiction." "Not all." "You know what I mean." He shook his head, as I continued. "I like stories that take me somewhere else," I said, "Stories that make me forget reality exists and make me paint pictures in my head. His eyes flickered briefly. "That explains the paintings." I nodded. "It helps." "So, you're one of those romance people that enjoys all those ridiculous stories.” He said, “Where girl meets boy, girl hates boy. And then by some silly ass miracle, they both love each other at the end of the day.”

He hums. I continue speaking. “You know, almost the same thing happens in every romantic movie. Still, it’s just so…perfect. The whole meetcute, love at first sight, enemies to lovers, fake relationships. All those cliche troupes are the best. I just can’t get enough of them.” I continue talking. “Then something silly and inconsequential happens and they have a big fight.” Ronan mumbles.

I replied dryly, not even turning to look at him. My voice was low, laced with a calm indifference that I knew he hated the most. “Though I doubt you’ll have as much success with the she-wolves as I do. They crave gentle, caring, and romantic lovers, not your rough, commanding type. Even BDSM has its limits.”

Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 18: Dare or Dare . "I choose...." Aiden trailed off. "Dare." Miles blinked a few times, trying to figure out whether or not those words really came out of his mouth. He was certain that Aiden would've picked truth, after all, he wasn't the kind of person to take risks, he seemed like a guy who always stood on the safe side. It really was a turn of events.

he said and laugh but I didn't care about what he's saying I just want to have sex with him. "Ahhh" "Ohh, Ugh" "Uhm" All you wanna hear in cubicles is our moan. I don't know if someone can hear us but I faster thrusting and after a minute with both reached our orgasm. We fixed our clothes before we go out but on the side of the door bathroom, Ralph was there and looked hurt. I came back to my sense and I realized that I hurt the person who treats me special and made me feel loved but I cano teach my heart to love him because someone already owns my heart and it's Genesis.

"What's your game, Francis? Running a test on me? Want to see if I'll stay your ride-or-die without the meds, wagging my tail for you?" Francis' face turned stormy. "Don't talk like that." "How should I talk, then?" I flung the blankets aside and shakily stood up. My legs were jelly, but I held my ground. "Should I thank you then? For a decade under your drug-fueled thumb? And now you're curious what's left when you peel that away?" He rose, a full head taller, casting a long shadow. "I'm after the real deal, Natalie, not some drug-induced fantasy."

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

"I bought you the white roses. I brought you to an exclusive event on a date. I purchased one of the rarest, most coveted pieces of jewelry on the planet for you. What else could you possibly want?" She looked down at her lap, her shoulders dropping as she let out a quiet, frustrated sigh. "I don't know, Lucien... Perhaps a normal date? In a regular restaurant? Where we actually get to sit across from each other and talk like human beings?" I went completely still, staring at her flushed, stubborn face. A cold, irritating realization settled heavily in my gut. This was a total disaster. Her concept of romance and mine were operating in completely different dimensions. In my world, romance wa