Cerita Lucu Romantis Novels & Stories

He replied and my heart started dancing again in my rib cage. "I know, I just don't know what I have done that I have gotten you as my partner." I replied with teary eyes. He wiped my tears with the pad of his thumb, then he pecked both of my eyes. "I don't like to see tears in your eyes. I like when I see happinesses dancing in your eyes. They are made for happinesses not for tears." He said and I smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." I said and giggled, thinking about our love story that had started with nothing but a stupidity. He chuckled softly and leaned in towards

One time Lucas surprised me on a romantic date that I have never expect in life, full of roses, relaxing music, and a good view that every girl has dream off. Only us, it was like being a teenager again. These thoughts making me blush. "What are my babies thinking?" Lucas's voice interrupted my thoughts. Babies, it means Luke and me. Luke is on my lap. He is also quite like me. I smiled at Lucas who is walking towards us. "I am thinking about how my husband could be so romantic these days," I said truthfully with a smile on my face. He sits beside me and gets Luke from my lap. "I will always be romantic for you baby." He teased and smirked

“Here’s the story. She’s a math prodigy, spends all her time calculating probabilities. He’s the captain of the lacrosse team and doesn’t know how to spell probability. But one day, she tutored him, and bam…they fell in love. Isn't that lovely?” I snorted in response and shook my head in response. “That’s your big story? Sounds like the plot of a bad N*****x rom-com.” She widened her eyes as if I had just said the most outrageous thing ever. “Excuse you. That is art. Now your turn. Give me one.” I glanced around until I caught sight of another couple. A tall guy with tattoos along his arms stood next to a girl with neon-pink hair perched on the fountain edge. He was handing her a steaming pr

It was so thick a blunt knife could cut through it. She moved her hands away, and moved it to the other plate. The movie began. “Of course it's some ridiculous romance story,” Luca said at the very first scene. She chuckled but didn't say anything afterwards. “In what world is any man refusing a ten million dollar offer from an older woman just to fuck her? This is the problem with romance stories. They're not realistic.” “You sound like one of those overly logical professors dissecting a movie,” Mia chuckled as she munched her delicious chicken.

It was a night of pure ecstasy, where the outside world faded away, leaving only the two of us immersed in a sea of pleasure. In the aftermath, as we lay entangled in each other's embrace, I couldn't help but smile. This was just the beginning of our passionate love story, a journey that would be filled with countless more intense and romantic moments. As the sun began to set, casting a soft golden glow through the curtains, we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our passionate time. Our bodies intertwined, we exchanged lazy kisses and whispered sweet nothings. "Elliana," Max said, his voice filled with a mix of contentment and awe. "I can't believe how incredible this few minutes of our

The moment he caught sight of her, he yanked her into his arms, babbling senselessly. "Charlotte, I'm so glad you've come back to me at last, after all this time… I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you happy… I swear you'll have nothing but the very best… that's why I've spent five years learning how to sweet-talk a woman, buy her gifts… I'm a good kisser, now! I'll be so good to you! I'll make you feel like the luckiest woman who ever lived! So, please… say you'll be mine, won't you? I really, really, really like you…"

The tranquility of the moment enveloped us, as we shared stories and exchanged tender glances. In that serene oasis, I felt a profound gratitude for the love that had entered my life. The connections we had forged, the memories we had created, they were treasures to be cherished forever. And as we sat there, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the warmth of our love, I knew that this was just the beginning of a journey that would be filled with endless love, romance, and adventure.

] Paige: […That’s on TV. Jessica: [That’s where you’re wrong. Soap opera plots are based on real-life stories.] Casey: [Have you done the deed with Chris?] Paige was speechless. Jessica commented, [Hehe. It happened, didn’t it? Was Chris obsessed with your young and beautiful body?] Paige did not know what to say. Casey wrote, [You have got nothing to worry about, Paige. Everything is unfolding like a romance novel. Chris will fall in love with you in no time.]

I pretended to think, but suddenly that night flashed before my eyes when Vincenzo Capone shot bullets from between my legs, I shook the thought away, "Hmm, maybe it'll happen when I'm buying a latte at the local coffee shop, and he accidentally spills his coffee all over me." She burst into laughter, "Classic rom-com move right there. And then you'll both reach for the same napkin, your eyes will meet, and bam – true love!" I joined in the laughter, "Exactly! And then, we'll have a grand adventure filled with quirky side characters and misadventures. You can be a side character in my story. You can play my annoying best friend." She raised an eyebrow, and flung a throw pillow at me, "And wh

I smirked, "You mean like sending a text that says 'luv u' doesn't quite capture the same romantic essence?" He laughed, "Exactly. Maybe we should revive the lost art of letter writing." We continued our journey through the museum, each exhibit unraveling a different facet of love—its passion, its challenges, and its enduring nature. As we reached the section on iconic love stories from literature, Henry pointed to a display featuring Romeo and Juliet. "Classic," he remarked. "The ultimate tale of love against all odds." I playfully nudged him, "Do you see us as a modern-day Romeo and Juliet?"