Sorry Im Anti Romantic Novels & Stories

And that hope was crushed during our stupid double date. I did like Roman. There was something dangerous about him which drew me in. Like my magpie, I love romantic movies. You know when the bad guy falls for the geeky girl and suddenly becomes monogamist? I secretly hoped that would be Roman. He would notice me and he would stop his manhoe’s ways. I know it’s not going to happen, but you can dream, right? Rain was nice. But more in a friendly way. Goddess, maybe we’re really stuck in a movie. He’s the guy that gets friendzoned while his good looking best friend gets all the girls. But I can’t help who I’m attracted to. And Rain wasn’t it.

Theo questioned, his eyes gleaming. I was getting annoyed with this guy, so I channeled my annoyance and told him I didn't want to give him my number. "I'm sorry, Theo, but I'm not interested in giving you my number, sorry," I explained, hoping he'd get the hint and back off. But Theo didn't care that I had already said no. He leaned in closer, his smile deepening. "Come on, don't be like that, playing hard to get isn't sexy" he said. "I know you sense the chemistry between us."

Damon frowned at it and started reading it. "I am sorry, Maa. I know my decision is going to hurt you the most but I can't do this. I am so sorry! I don't want to get married to Damon, he is not the guy I imagined for myself. He might be powerful and rich but he is not for me. You know how much I hate violence, Damon lives with it.

My dream… The grim premonition I heard from the spirits. “Kaan,” I rasped, drawing his attention to me. He lifted his head an inch, barely enough to lock his dark eyes on me. I stretched my lips into a faint smile. “I love you,” I breathed out. “I'm sorry…” “Asena,” he whispered hoarsely, shaking his head as if he knew what I was about to do. My voice was strangled as I said, “I'm weakening you. There's no other way.” His brows knitted, his eyes mustering a faint red glare—a sign of anger flashing through the pain. “Don't do this.”

“Im sorry, i just couldnt handle another fucking dream. Look at me. Ive already went ahead and fucking creamed in my pants like a goddamn teenager!” I take in a deep breath as I think over antonios words. It was all a fucking dream. None of it was even fucking real. None of it. Fucking hell, i must be going fucking insane. Caroline hasn't forgiven us. She will never fucking forgive us.

"Black Cat... Isn't it kind of ordinary?" "Let me see... I'm reading his profile... Listen: 'I'm a fun and sensitive man. A good conversationalist and a hopeless romantic; I want to find a sweet girl who wants to receive all my affection and caresses...' Sotomayor! He lives in your city! Isn't that romantic? He seems like a sweet guy!" "So? You taught me not to bite those hooks, so I'll be direct." "If you scare him, don't blame me!"

“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.

I wish I didn't see the way he’s earnestly trying to convince himself of that…. I wish I didn't hate the way a part of me is in direct spite with how much I'm trying not to want him. Tieran could be Antonia’s happily ever after, and I won't be the kind of friend that stops that. “Are you going to find out who it is or not?” I don’t want anything romantic between us. I also don’t care if he thinks Ian is going around beating people up because they rightfully caught us having sex.

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

"why do you always talk about it? Hey, being single means we're preparing for the arrival of a better love. Positive thinking, Ra!" "I hate Adam!" Yara's words that suddenly carried the name 'Adam' succeeded in making Rian choke. "Why suddenly bring Adam's name?" "This must be because of his curse on me when we were at senior high school. That damn person! He's the one who asked to break up, he's the one who accused me of various things, but instead left a curse that made my life miserable." "There is no such thing as a curse in this world, Ra." "There is," she argued. "That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now."