Cheesy Romance Novels & Stories

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

"May I know your name, beautiful lady?" "I'm Cherie, Cherie Swift. You?" As she stretches her arms on him to give him a handshake. So, he smiled and accept her hand. "Damien, Damien Anderson .. I'm glad to meet The Beacon's most sought beauty! I can say you captured my heart right away!" And after Damien said those words he didn't flinch anymore and he immediately gave Cherie a passionate kiss. There is no denying that Damien is good at kissing so it is not obvious that he has no sexual experience yet. Because even though since he was a young man, he has been inclined to watch obscene movies because he knows it is normal for a young man like him.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only l

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

“I made a big mistake letting myself be seduced by Jeffrey. I learned that I couldn't trust in him. - Damn it. Did he cheat on her? The guy must have been a huge idiot and a son of a... A corner of her mouth twitched sadly. “Not in the way you're thinking. Not with another woman. In fact, he didn't betrayed exactly, he betrayed me in the sense of being inconsiderate. - Like this? She grimaced, picked up her wineglass and drained it. “To talk about it, I need more wine. Damien leaned into the hall, called to Carmen, and lifted her empty glass. she made him a nod and then turned towards the kitchen. Carmen returned with the bottle of wine, filled the glasses and collected plates and cutlery. “

I looked at him with a snort, I grabbed his cheek and pinched it so he moaned. "I knew it, you're going to do that to my cheek!" He said annoyed and rubbed his cheek. I burst out laughing and rolled over on his bed. "What about you, how are you?" I stopped at his question. "Tsk, you're still asking questions! It's boring too, can you believe we had a date at the library--" I didn't finish what I was going to say when he said something. "That's a good library, isn't it, I want to try it there but boys are so stagey, like girls, they prefer it in bed! By the way, what did you two do in there?"

I giggled, licked sauce off his bottom lip, then fed him the next piece. We traded sips of smoothie, kisses between bites, laughing when sauce got on our noses and we had to clean each other with slow, lazy kisses. When the box was empty and the glasses drained, I curled into his chest, full and happy. “Movie?” I asked, voice small and hopeful. “Whatever you want, baby.” I padded to the shelf, picked the cheesiest rom-com I could find, and hit play. When I turned back, he was patting his lap expectantly.

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov The casserole was incredible. Real, home-cooked food instead of the protein bars and takeout that had become my diet. But more than the food, it was having Emma across the table from me, talking, laughing, just existing in the same space without the weight of therapy or guilt or carefully maintained distance. "I can't believe you still watch that show," I said, gesturing with my fork at her phone where she'd been showing me clips of some reality dating program. "It's so obviously scripted."

She gives me a smirk, and just like that, the tension lifts. “You trying to get into my pants, baby girl?” I tease her. She shrugs. “Maybe.” I turn, shaking my head as I pull her against me. “You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” I say as she settles against me. “I’m just saying, it could be worse. You could have a kink for like, cheese or something.” “Cheese?” I ask with a laugh. “What the fuck is a cheese kink?” “I don’t know.” She laughs. “Maybe it’s like a sexual attraction to Brie,” she says. “Or like, you need the scent of Parmesan to get your motor going.”

“Dealer’s choice.” Luca flipped to N*****x and began browsing. “What’s your type?” he asked. “In movies?” “No, in men,” Luca deadpanned, and Asher burst into a short laugh. “Smart ass. You pick.” Luca hesitated. Then, with the smallest grin, he selected a film, something understated and soft. A queer indie romance. Set in a sleepy town, with characters who looked nothing like them and yet said everything they never could out loud. Halfway through, Luca reached for Asher’s hand. Their fingers twined. No words. No need for them.