Cerita Lucu Romantis Novels & Stories

He was also seen nuzzling his elder brother’s sturdy, muscular as well as intoxicatingly-vitalizing chest. Eriwan simply chuckled in his high exhilaration. The four friends again burst out in their deep exuberance and exultance. “You’re such a romantic couple, Erito, Eriwan…” murmured Pierre Zhaopardy. “We’ll go on wishing the best for you…” tweeted Rendy Pluto Milos. “Hope that everything will be better for you…” uttered Jerome Jayden. “Hope that you can live peacefully and happily ever after, rejoicing merely in your love and sincerity towards each other…” mumbled Paul Jayden.

I scowl, a little, thinking about it, and Luca grins at me, lifting a hand and brushing his thumb over my frowning lip like he loves the shape of it. “Sometimes,” he murmurs, “sex is just about two people who are attracted to each other getting naked and doing really weird things to each other’s bodies.” I burst into laughter then, my head tilting back on my neck. Luca laughs with me, I can feel his body vibrating against mine. “Luca!” I gasp. “That is the least romantic thing I’ve ever heard!”

“That’s him.” They stared at each other for a long moment. Then both of them burst out laughing. Not because it was funny—but because it was absurd. “What are the chances?” Carmen said through laughter. Lucian shook his head. “We sleep with each other and find out we’re both casualties of the same love story.” “Fate has a sick sense of humour,” Carmen muttered. Lucian smiled sadly. “Or a sense of balance.” She studied him then—not as a stranger, not as a mistake, but as someone who understood.

Luciano murmured, his voice rough with frustration. "It's always like this," Rosa said, biting her lip as she pulled her hand back, trying not to smile at his dramatic complaint. "Come on, baby. We need to be quick before our little devil wakes up again," Luciano whispered, nipping lightly at her ear. Rosa sucked in a breath. “You are unbelievable." "I am yours, amore mio," he husked. Her cheeks flushed at the reminder. It still amazed her how, with each passing day, he seemed to grow more and more romantic.

Lucian asked, his fingers caressing her cheek gently in contrast to his intense stare at her. "I... I am just curious," Aurelia mumbled a response. "Fine. I will satisfy your curiosity once and for all, Principessa." He looked deeply into her eyes that seemed to be urging him to tell her the truth about how much he loved her. "I, Lucian Romano, have never ever fallen in love..." His gaze dropped to her lips as he could no longer stand looking into her eyes. "And I will never fall in love, so those who love themselves and don't want their hearts broken ensure they don't love me."

He walks in grinning like Christmas came early. “Well,” he drawls lazily, “this is the ugliest love confession I’ve ever witnessed.” I immediately move away from Lucien, but I do not calculate the movement because I trip on my own foot and land on my ass, painfully. Lucien’s hand remains loosely around my wrist, and he rolls his eyes at the sound of Dante’s laugh. “The Young Wolf finally gets hit in the head hard enough to become romantic.” “Shut up, Dante,” Lucien says flatly.

“This guy waited ten whole years to tell her he loved her… because he could only express himself through letters?” Lucy laughed softly. “Jonathan, that story happened decades ago. Things were different back then.” Jonathan shook his head dramatically. “No, Lucy. Even forty years ago, people still knew how to walk.” Lucy burst into laughter. “He could’ve literally gone to her house.” “He was shy!” “He was a coward.” “He was romantic.” “He was unemployed.” Lucy threw a crumpled piece of paper at him. Jonathan smirked proudly after successfully making her laugh again. For a while, Lucy forgot about all her troubles. When she was with Jonathan, she didn’t have to be the perfect Quinn daughter.

How remarkable, I thought, that we had traveled from being complete strangers to this profound moment of connection. The journey had been nothing short of a tempestuous odyssey - filled with betrayal, survival, unexpected love, and now, commitment. Viola, seated nearby, leaned in close. Her whispers were like delicate silk against my ear, soft yet carrying the weight of her own romantic history. "When Lucien and I decided to wed," she confided, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of nostalgia and excitement, "we too felt this sense of unexpected magic." Her words added another luminous layer to the moment, connecting my story to a larger tapestry of supernatural love and destiny.

Together, we nurtured our love, cherishing the moments of laughter, the tender embraces, and the shared adventures that made our hearts sing. As the years passed, our love grew stronger, and the flame of passion burned ever brighter. We faced life's challenges hand in hand, knowing that with love as our compass, we could conquer anything that came our way. Our story continued to unfold, guided by the whispers of romance that had ignited our hearts on that beautiful evening by the beach. And with each passing day, we marveled at the power of love, the beauty of unexpected encounters, and the magic that weaved its way through our lives.

“Because this company literally has a ban? Staff isn't supposed to have any romantic relationships with other staff. You know of this rule, fool. Besides, I'm sure these people already put two and two together to know that we are dating.” “You and I both know that the rule is a joke. There are a lot of people married to each other here. I'm sure some people are fucking themselves, even the executives too. But if you insist, we won't do much of that romance shit here at work,” Anthony said with a shrug of his broad shoulders and went around his desk. “Thank you. Anyway, thank you for the flowers. I totally forgot that today was my birthday. All this stress made me forget,” I said.