Sorry Im Anti Romantic Novels & Stories

People who thought their opinions mattered. "I guess after hearing certain things for long enough, you start believing them." Ryan frowned. "What things?" Olivia shrugged. "You know." "No." She hesitated. Then laughed awkwardly. "That I'm not pretty enough. Not good enough. Not whatever enough." Ryan stared at her. For several seconds he didn't say anything. Then he shook his head. "That's ridiculous." Olivia smiled sadly. "Maybe." "No." His voice was firm. "It's not maybe." She looked at him.

“Excuse me?” “Just an observation.” “I was not jealous.” “Then why were you standing there?” Elena set her cup down. “Because it’s a break room.” Damon studied her for a moment. Then he leaned against the counter beside her. “You’re fun when you’re irritated.” “I’m not irritated.” “You are.” “And you’re annoying.” “That too.” She crossed her arms. “Do you enjoy provoking people?” “Only you.” Her heart skipped. She immediately looked away.

"Maybe that's the point." Damien watched her for a long moment. Then, with quiet finality, he said, "You're better than this. Don't let them make you forget that." "You know what would really make them choke?" she slurred, eyes glittering with spite and liquor. "If I walked in next weekend on your arm, dripping diamonds and lies. Told the whole world we're madly in love." Damien raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting we fake date?" She hiccupped. "Not seriously. Unless you're that bored."

I said with emphasis. My blood is really boiling for this man! [Yes! You are best friends!! Best friends with benefits, right!] "WHEN I SEE YOU!! I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR HAIRY PEN*S REMEMBER THAT!!" I said irritably and throw the cell phone on the backseat. Ethan doesn't care if I throw away his phone. "Ethan stays away from that guy, I might kill him if I see you two together! And you two don't fit each other, he looks like Shrek!" He laughed at what I said.

DAMIAN “What problem?” Anton cocked an eyebrow. “You’re clearly in love with her. Can’t you see that?” I scoffed. “In love? That’s quite funny. Why would I fall in love with Amelia? Is she any different from all the women I’ve been with?”

Maybe I should reject Romeo and have a happy ever after with Caspian. But the happy ever after are not the girls like me. I crave Chaos and toxicity. Girls like me could not settle down with the kind of love Caspian was offering me. It's pure. And it's not for me. Maybe that's why I always end up going to Romeo, even though I know he's toxic and would ruin me and break me in every way possible.

Gianna scoffed, "That's the lamest excuse of all times, Mims. Hello, it's Physics and we both know this is your forte. It's only a matter of hours for you to develop a flawless presentation that'll have the good woman retire the very next second. So please, quit beating around the bush, will you?" She sighed when her friend refused to speak, "Admit it, you have something personal against me." "Not you. Def-definitely not you, Gigi. It's...it's Adam." Gianna frowned, her heart furiously pounding against her ribcage, "I'm a bit lost. What's up, did you have another talk over?" "We don't n-need to. He clearly is not in-into me. That's wh-why I'm taking my dist-stances, you know..."

“Can you blame me, when it comes to someone like you?” “You hardly know me.” I flicked my knife back into the multitool sheath and clipped it to my chatelaine beneath my cloak. “For what it’s worth, I’m not interested. I’m way too busy for romance, especially not when it comes to strange men who don’t plan to linger in town. So before you get too many ideas, you should probably bark up another tree.” Damian blinked, as if surprised. He was a handsome male, I’d give him that. Chances were he wasn’t used to being told no by a female.

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.”

“Sometimes, our feelings are so mixed up that it’s hard to tell if we’re really in love or just really angry.” I fell silent, my eyes drifting to the swirling liquid in my glass as I processed her observation. The room seemed to spin a bit, the laughter and music fading into the background. Alex’s chuckle broke my thoughts, her expression softening. “I dunno, maybe I’m just a sucker for the enemies-to-lovers trope.” I cleared my throat, trying to compose myself, and took a deliberate sip of my drink. “Well, I can assure you I don’t have any romantic feelings towards Reagan.”