Sad Romance Story Ideas Novels & Stories

he said, sunk in some stream of thought I couldn’t fathom. But I was getting some ideas now. Well, a flow of wonderful thoughts. I could see a story forming – The First Love Letter – a boy who’s physically attracted to a girl initially, realizes his love for her when she leaves for a far-away land, but before he could express his feelings, she’s gone! She leaves behind an address in a big city, but the boy is too poor to make a journey to find her (Biswa wasn’t poor in this case though), so he writes a letter; the letter is actually written by his best friend; a month later the boy receives a response from the girl – she has accepted the boy’s proposal, and expresses her desire to meet him…

Aadi said between his heavy breath and looked outside from the window. "It has already been two months, Why are you still stuck up on that girl, what's so good about her? " Suraj rolled his eyes and sat beside him. "Why don't you accept that fact she cheated on you bro, you should forget her and move on." He sighed. "I know she cheated on me but I can't forget her, I know she would be happy with his new boyfriend but in corner of my heart I feel like she needs me." Aadi lowered his head with a puzzled expression.

I laughed. Only the both of us are not in a relationship. Scarlet’s pretty and she have lots of suitors but she said she’s not ready to commit. She wanted to have fun and do things without caring about someone. The couples are busy talking to each other and Scarlet looked at me. “Aren’t you... you know, hurt?” she whispered. I looked back at Yunho and Unira laughing with each other. “I am but I’m also happy. They’re finally in a relationship now.”

"I think your stories are great, Zam. The world needs to read it." Zamantha frowned and stopped typing her thesis on the laptop. "I just can't get past the romance plot of my stories. I don't know how to freaking write it. I don't know the feeling of being in love." Zamantha grinned devilishly. "Perhaps, you can enlighten me? You know, you're mending a broken heart again."

Both of them, hearts aching for someone who couldn’t—or wouldn’t—love them back. She thought about Damian’s cold words from last night: “No strings attached. One-year marriage.” The memory made her chest tighten. How cruel fate was, to make her fall for someone who saw their relationship as nothing more than a business transaction. Inside the room, the conversation continued. “You know what the worst part is?” Jackson’s voice cracked. “I still love her. Even after everything she said, everything she did—I still love her. How pathetic is that?” “It’s not pathetic,” Damian replied. “It’s human.”

“Ughhh. I didn’t sign up for all this. I just wanted to drop off coffee that one day. I didn’t ask for enemies, plots, or exes popping up like Wi-Fi signals.” Henry’s voice dropped. “You also didn’t ask to save my life. But you did.” She glanced at him. “Yeah, well if I’d known it came with this much drama, I might’ve asked for hazard pay.” He chuckled again, then walked over and dropped a chocolate bar on the nightstand. “What’s this?” “Bribery,” he said, turning to leave. “Helps with emotional damage.” Karen blinked, then actually laughed. “You’re so weird.”

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

He replied and my heart started dancing again in my rib cage. "I know, I just don't know what I have done that I have gotten you as my partner." I replied with teary eyes. He wiped my tears with the pad of his thumb, then he pecked both of my eyes. "I don't like to see tears in your eyes. I like when I see happinesses dancing in your eyes. They are made for happinesses not for tears." He said and I smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." I said and giggled, thinking about our love story that had started with nothing but a stupidity. He chuckled softly and leaned in towards

“It’s happened before.” “Only in your books, Sandra. Real life doesn’t work that way. I asked you to marry me because I’m in love with you. If I needed your help saving me from a dangerous, angry father, I wouldn’t have suggested you think about my proposal. I could just as easily get you drunk, and when you awoke, you’d find yourself married. Isn’t that the sort of thing they do in your romantic novels?” Sandra blushed, causing him to chuckle.

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