The Romantic Agenda Novels & Stories

I leaned close to her and whispered, "I'm here to take your life, Ms. Somner." She was briefly taken aback. Then, she burst into laughter and looked at me contemptuously. "I was wondering why you looked so familiar—you're that little tart's sister. Now, tell me how much you want. Is 30 million dollars enough?" I shook my head. Rachel's expression darkened. She gnashed her teeth and said, "You're so greedy. 50 million dollars, then." I shook my head again. Since no one else was around, I allowed my nasty side to show. I laughed, but my eyes were filled with hatred. "I don't want anything except your life, Ms. Somner."

"But I can't just drop what I'm doing." "Is it daddy? Are you afraid of him? Because he's not home. He just got in the car and left. I don't think he'll be back tonight. He won't know what we're doing, I promise. I just want you so, so bad.” "I want you too, sexy,” Why do I do these things? "But it's actually your dad who gave me the job and if I don't get it done by tonight he will get angry. You understand, right?"

"Tell me more about it. I swallowed it dry, slightly stunned. Positioning myself better, I moved the body, trying to make his hand fall away. It didn't work. "The incurable romantic is usually the one who believes in love at first sight. He faithfully believes that God has placed him in the world so that he would stay eternally with a single person, and spends half his life creating the perfect family he was destined to have. The incurable romantic thinks that his mission on earth is to shape his dreams in favor of that special person who can arise from one moment to the next. And he is always willing to throw himself headlong into lasting relationships.

They were fixed on the faintly glowing screen of his phone, the strange interface only he could see. The Romanticism System. The words pulsed faintly like they were alive, waiting for him to act. He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his black hair. (This… isn’t normal. I’ve seen enough webnovels to know systems like this don’t just pop up for no reason. But… why me?) A translucent window flickered into view above him: [Romanticism System Active] Traits: Empathy, Idealism (Locked) Quest: “A Romantic Heart Cannot Be Shaken” – Survive three consecutive confrontations without losing hope. (Progress: 1/3)

Jenna laughed and they laughed all together. "He caught me but he did something-- "He placed you on his countertop and kissed. Cali interrupted and she nodded. "See love... Cali screamed and sat back down again. "Calvin has always wanted to have a girlfriend but most of the ones are players who are in to embezzle his money and rob his heart. Calvin falls in love easily, he almost runs mad when he knew his girlfriend was a snitch. " Cali mumbled and wiped her tears. "I don't know how this might be to you but trust me, I'm not trying to blackmail you emotionally. " Cali paused.

His eyes caught mine, his voice dropping into something deeper, more serious. "You want romance, Millie?" I did blink, taken aback by the force of his tone. I leaned back in my chair, no longer sure where this conversation was going to go. "I'll give you romance," he said, continuing, laying his elbows on the table, while bending in closer. "I'll sweep you off your feet, take you to the most beautiful places in the world, spoil you with everything and anything you have ever wanted. But you gotta be careful what you wish for. Romance comes with a price."

(29). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 29: Delusional . Miles was sprinting down the street, avoiding the sidewalk because it was too crowded, and dodging cars as they came his way. Aiden needed him, he told himself. Aiden was a damsel in distress in need of saving, and Miles was his knight. He would make him happy again, like he always did. He skidded around the corner toward the deeper suburbs where he knew

Love is what gives meaning to everything. As for her, she didn't want to postpone the guarantee of having control of her own destiny, pressured purely by necessity. Ambition is the summary of the true objective of her life, according to herself, but, in the minds of the traditional residents of Romântica, this relationship boils down to a series of possible mistakes that tradition does not usually forgive. “Here in Romantica, you should only marry for love! If the motivation is different, the union becomes a prison and the result is pain or separation.” Says an almost century-old lady.

I crossed my arms and glared at her until she smirked and leaned forward. “Ida will be working at the company from now on. She will go back with you two and the plan my uncles have is to build romance between the heirs of their family businesses. It is either Anthony marries you or her at the end of it all. Who knows.”

Who'd finally broken free only to watch the woman he loved fall into what might be a more sophisticated trap. "Because you love her," I said simply. "And because of everyone in this situation, you're the only one whose feelings for her are completely without an agenda. You don't want her company. You don't want her connections. You don't want her for what she can do for you. You just want her." He studied me with an expression that was clearly measuring whether he believed a single word coming out of my mouth. "And you?" he said. "What's your agenda?"