Without Romance Novels & Stories

I say, frowning a little. “01 Kind men are ugly. 02 Handsome men are not nice. 03 Handsome and kind men are married. 04 The handsome, kind, and single are poor. 05 Handsome, kind, single, and rich people are not interested in you. 06 The handsome, kind, single, rich, and interested people are interested in you only because of the hookup. 07 Those who are handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, and faithful, are homosexuals. 08 The handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, faithful, who do not lose interest if you are the ones who make the first step. Those men must have a problem!

"I'm clear about my expectations. No strings, no complications." I rolled my eyes. "Of course. Heaven forbid the great Alexander Carter might have to deal with a woman's feelings." "You say that like it's a bad thing." He took another sip of coffee. "We both get what we want. They get a night with me, I get..." "Their bodies," I finished for him. "An experience," he corrected. "Mutual pleasure without the messiness of emotions." I snorted. "So romantic." "Romance is overrated. Sex isn't."

Standing close, Occasional displays of affection, Events, galas, business gatherings. Her throat grew tight. He wants to touch me. 3. Zero Romantic Expectations She must not develop or request romantic involvement. The marriage is not emotional. Damian will not provide affection, intimacy, or emotional support. The words felt like ice water poured on her chest. He assumed she would fall for him. He assumed she would want him. She grit her teeth. Arrogant man. 4. Shared Living Space They would share a penthouse. Separate bedrooms, but daily proximity was mandatory for the image of a real marriage.

he murmured. “I am,” I answered. And for that one untouched stretch of night, with rain tracing silver lines beyond the glass and his heartbeat steady under my palm, there was no market, no threat, no power game at all. Only romance. Only closeness. Only us.

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

He studied me for a second, then nodded. We slipped out of the hall and into a quieter corridor, the noise fading behind us. “What is it?” he asked, his tone curious. I swallowed hard, gathering my thoughts. How do I even say this? “…I called you out here because…” I paused, watching his expression shift with curiosity. “There will be no sex, no emotions, no romance in this marriage.” He studied me for a moment, then a faint smile tugged at his lips. “You’re setting rules already?” he murmured. “Good.”

She could puke if she saw another romance movie. Athina had punished her with these things since they became friends, not again. "Romance" kyros argued and Maria looked at him with an unfazed expression. "Really? Romance? We drove all the way out here to see two people fall in love and live happily ever after?" She questioned him. She had never been a huge fan of romance and frankly she didn't understand why people enjoyed it so much. It was just basic things that happened everyday, unlike action/thrillerwhich could excite one's fantasy and actually bring about fun. Maria wished everyone could think like her.

“I willingly accept your offer of a date and I’m hoping that I’ve been clear: I have no expectation of a budding romance, and there will be no blurred lines tonight. This is simply to fulfill all righteousness.” Zeke gave me a sharp, acknowledging nod. “Understood. No romance. Just a platonic date.”

I settle across from him, excitement bubbling up at the prospect of discussing my passion. "I read all types of romance novels," I reply with a bright smile. "Hmm, I should've known." He leans back abruptly, retrieving files from his drawer in a dismissive gesture. As he buries himself in the paperwork, something clicks inside me - a flicker of offense at his indifferent "hmm." "Do you have a problem with someone who only reads romance?" I ask carefully. I've encountered supernaturals who view such