Hopeless Romantic Novels & Stories

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

With how much of a hopeless romantic I was,I had always pictured myself loving someone who would make me his first and only option. Ben wasn’t that someone and I had to stop wishing for something so impossible.

Each carefully chosen element, intended to weave a tapestry of love and joy, now serves as a painful reminder of a future that has slipped away. Approaching the table adorned with flickering candles, their flames dancing in the wind like the fragments of his own hopes, Shane is confronted with the stark reality of his misguided beliefs. "Why did I think this would work? Why did I believe in something that was never meant to be?" he mutters, the agony in his voice resonating through the empty spaces of the yacht. The flickering candles cast eerie shadows, mirroring the shattered illusions of a love story that now lies in ruins.

She wanted to be careful next time, but it seemed her heart was already crossing the line for this new guy. She had the feeling that he might not be with her for long since the other guys left. She also was worried having found out that she was a werewolf. Could he be OK with that? Since he was from the palace he could be a werewolf too, which would just make a perfect couple. She smiled sheepishly at her thoughts. She raised her head and realized she had long strayed from the path to her house. " funny!". She started walking back. She was in love again. Perhaps just love at first sight.

She had been hesitant to open herself up to love again after her last relationship had ended in heartbreak, but something about this person made her feel safe and hopeful. Christiana had always been a romantic at heart, and the idea of finding someone to share her life with had always been a dream of hers. But after her last relationship ended, she had started to doubt whether that dream was even possible. She had spent months feeling lost and alone, wondering if she would ever find someone who understood her and loved her for who she was. But now, as she walked down the street with a smile on her face, Christiana knew that anything was possible. She felt a renewed sense of hope and optimism

For one terrible second, I thought I'd said too much — then Matteo looked at me with an expression so raw it nearly shattered my composure entirely. "Elena…" "I know," I whispered quickly. "I know it's unrealistic." "That's not why I reacted." "Then why?" A long, painful silence followed before he finally answered. "Because I imagine it too." The confession hollowed me out instantly, not relief, not happiness, but something deeper and far more dangerous, because once two people begin dreaming about impossible futures together, the eventual loss becomes catastrophic. He stepped closer then, one hand lifting gently to my face, and the look in his eyes frightened me. Not because of desire, but

I say, feeling so stupid. “I know, and I am sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I was speaking to your friend to give me some ideas for a proposal, I think I understood her wrongly.” “Teresa?” he nods. “That explains it, Teresa is a hopeless romantic, she thinks that danger brings out love. Before meeting Chris, she dreamt of being in an almost death situation and the man who will save her will be the love of her life.” I can’t stop myself from smiling.

His words sent my earlier scheduled plan of seducing my brother-in-law for revenge straight into the trashcan. New Hope has certainly shown me a different side of Roman. A side I'd never seen. “You’re a little possessive, you know that?” Roman’s lips curved, but his gaze didn’t soften.“No, love. I’m a lot possessive. And now you know.” My chest rose and fell, heat flooding my cheeks.

Let’s see how this one ends for our girl. [And if she rejects him, he gets angry and kills people anyway. Same outcome, different flavor.] The air felt charged, hormones spiking fast. That familiar dryness hit my throat again. My eyes felt glued to his face. I couldn’t look away. I’d experienced this before. There was a dungeon once, Rose Manor. The feeling was exactly the same as when I ran into Zero and Jackson back then. The moment I lock eyes with an anomaly that fits my taste, my stupid love-struck brain starts overheating on its own.

Abandoned by his own mother, I understand why he's blue, But I also know Helen loves him, in her own way, flawed, like me and you. I sigh, worry about Roman's wounds, our future unsure, Together, uncertain, but I'll be there, to help him endure. ################