Sorry Im Anti Romantic Novels & Stories

We left the area and surely tomorrow will be another day of GREAT news. I am Quinn Amethyst Barclay, a Filipina, twenty and I’m… THE BADASS. First of all, I hate guys second, guys are a freak third, guys are the same. I mean, what’s new with that? Guys are guys and they are cheaters as f*ck! The reason why I became such a hater of guys and romance is because of my dad. He left us when I was fifteen, so basically, I already have senses and I understand what’s happening around me and with my family.

“With the girl you’re in love with.” “I didn’t say that.” “You don’t have to. Your face does.” I throw a sock at him. He catches it. “Okay, real question. Do you remember how to go on a date?” “Yes.” “Are you sure? Because you don’t usually date. You… appear. Charm. Disappear.” “That is not true.” “That is extremely true,” he says. “You’re a romantic comet. Very bright. Very brief.” I glare at him. “I can handle this.”

This was the first time I had seen him act like this. “It doesn’t mean I can’t try. I haven’t really laid my hands on anyone that interests me, so maybe you could give me some suggestions.” “You’re not joking right now, are you? I thought you hated romance.” I gaped at him like he was growing a unicorn horn on his forehead. Dante was interested in romance! It was like I landed in an alternative dimension.

"What do you wanna watch?" I snapped out of my thoughts as he asked me. "Anything," I answered regardless. "As long as it's not a tragic ending. I hate that kind of ending." "Copy." I stared at his sidw profile -- it looked so perfect. How dare me to plan in letting go this person?! Everyone was right -- I should choose the best of me than following somebody's orders. "This. I found one," he took one glance at me. "Enjoy watching. This is not a tragic ending. This has romance genre."

Manjiro said, "for supporting us." It is fun during preparation. And scary during the ceremony, as a matter of fact. I was given the chance to experience the same. Although I wasn't given the chance to make it last. My selfish precept was to be aromantic by wishing despair for others. It only makes me even more bitter. I grieve on engaging myself in any romance for that reminds me of my own—hated—romance. This could be the least thing I can do when it comes to that, "I won't hinder your happily ever after." "What about you?" Linly questioned. "What about your happily ever after?"

Sofia’s pov “You can’t be serious about liking that movie.” Zander exclaimed, sounding completely outraged while I snickered away. “Why not? It’s a good movie. And besides, it’s not my fault that you hate romance.” I pointed out and he rolled his eyes before leaving forward, face a cape of seriousness. “I dont hate romance, don’t get me wrong, but everything in life has its limit, you know?” I shook my head adamantly. “Definitely not romance! Romance is limitless.”

THE CHARACTERS ARE MORALLY QUESTIONABLE AND SHOULD NOT BE ROMANTICIZED IN REAL LIFE. ____

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Maverick moved closer; his steps were light and deliberate as he tilted his head downwards while I soaked in his awesomeness. His lips curled up as if he was going to bury out laughing, "Do who is the poor boy your Mum was talking about?" "How about you stop bickering and give if an explanation for why you chose fucking Sophia inside your Dad's car instead of being my date on Prom Night," I retorted, my body cooled up as I soaked in the heat of the moment. "Oh! Never mind. It's because I'm not like her right? I don't have titties or a big ass like her, isn't it? I am not like the other guys that you roll with right?"

“You’ll never be Awir, but maybe he’ll inspire you.” “Awir, huh… Now I’m curious about this character of yours,” he said, eyes narrowing slightly with a hint of jealousy. The way he looked at me made my skin prickle. If Adrian ever started acting like Awir, I’d have no choice but to flee the country. “Actually, now that I think about it, that might’ve been a terrible recommendation. I couldn’t even tolerate a guy like him for a month.” “What kind of guy is he?” I was about to say “a brute,” but I caught myself just in time. “Just a bit too romantic,” I said instead. “I mean, I wouldn’t want someone constantly walking around calling me ‘my rose’ or whatever. Those kinds of relationships only