Story Cliches Novels & Stories

I was about to grab the blueberry shake when I grabbed his hands instead. What the- Feeling extremely embarrassed, I glanced at him but I immediately looked away when I saw him looking at me. Fuck. I quickly let go of his hand and pursed my lips. Why does it need to be like this? I just want to drink the avocado shake. Why does it have to be a cliche situation? We are not even a couple! Cliches sucks for fuck’s sake! I always skipped any cliche stuff in any romance stories. I don’t like them! I feel like they are just being stupid!

that you and I were amazing yesterday! — You know, this is too cliché! You're like those guys in the movies, in the books, who, when they have sex for the first time with the girl, they get all mushy and careful... — Nate, don't you know how to be romantic? — I ask, and look at him in a serious way, and he smiles. — I don't want to sound cliché, because I'm actually a walking cliché, so I think you better get used to it!

"Oh, please! I'm nothing like those sickly annoying clichés the teenagers fawn about. Tell me one thing that's cliché about me, I dare you." I smirked at him. "Hmm... let's see." I thought for a while and made a show of counting my fingers as I started listing out. "For one, you're that clichéd youngest billionaire, the most eligible bachelor." I made finger quotation gesture at that. "And oh, how can I forget the arrogant, rude, ruthless, cold, stone-hearted, cru-"

Or an alien? I know, I know. I am stupid. Like, this is so cliche. This is how most characters in a cliche movie gets killed. And I am doing it. Why? Curiousity. And I want to satisfy my curiousity. Like, what's with the sound? Yeah. You're stupid. Why do you even get A's? Stupid brain insulting me.

It was a cliche story. It was those kinds of stories in which an average office worker transmigrated into a novel and saved herself from a bad fate. It was one of those kinds of cheap stories that I knew how it would end… but I couldn't stop myself from reading it. There was magic, action, drama, shitty ex-fiancees, and love triangles.

Am I required to talk, while still in my most cherished dream, whizzes past my mind, and now turning a bit restless trying to guess what the next question might be! Why the hell are you nervous? Can’t you behave normally? Yells a part of my mind. It wasn’t necessary to mention Assam, India. Doesn’t make much of a difference. This is world-class. “Great. What’s your story then?” I was, kind of, anticipating this one coming through. “Cycle of Clichés,” I respond, my heart beating abnormally fast. Like an embryo’s in its mother’s womb. Perhaps 200 beats per minute!

Taylor says, moving closer to him. “But if you didn't kill them-” Liv begins. “Please, don't finish that sentence if you are going to say, 'then who did?' That is the most overused cliché line ever and I would probably have to shoot you and put us both out of our misery.” Taylor sneers at Liv. “Like, geez, please try harder to fit the those lame victim sterotypes.” “Please, try harder to be a bitch!” Liv snaps at her. “Besides.. I'm the cliché? You are so many sterotypes rolled into one crazy ass package, I can't even begin to name them all. But I can try..”