Comic Romance Novels & Stories

Alex grinned. She stared at Alex, teary-eyed. "I love it. Thank you." "It's nothing," he murmured. "You seemed stressed out, and I thought something like this would help you relax." "It is. I already feel de-stressed," Camille laughed lightly. "Then how about we get you even more de-stressed?" He raised an eyebrow, pointing at the wide screen in front of them. "What do you say to romantic comedy?" "I say yes! Romantic comedy is my thing."

“There’s nothing I love more than spoiling you.” Vittoria felt her cheeks warm, and in response, she rested her head on his shoulder, intertwining her fingers with his. The movie started, but it quickly became mere background to their shared affection: soft kisses, gentle touches, and quiet giggles whenever Vincenzo made a quip about a dull scene. “How do you even like this stuff?” Vincenzo grumbled, almost rolling his eyes at a cheesy romantic scene. “The same way you guys love those blood-and-bullets flicks,” Vittoria shot back, amused, drawing a spontaneous laugh from Vincenzo.

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

“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.

Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

I say, immediately supplying the name of the old sitcom we’ve all watched a thousand times, smiling softly because I absolutely love that he loved this show. “Yeah, that one was the best one,” he says, nodding like it’s a fact. “The girls were…really nice to each other, and so supportive, and so funny. And I learned about…boyfriends and girlfriends and dating. And what mates were. And with movies, I liked…um, what do you call them? Romedies…?” “Romantic comedies?” I offer. “Romcoms?”

Derek said before hurrying off. River stood there, feeling increasingly irritated, until Derek returned after what seemed like 10 minutes, holding a packet of popcorn and cola. "Follow me," he said, leading her into the cinema. They sat in the back row, away from everyone's eyes, as the movie had already begun. "Do you have any idea what this movie is all about?" Derek asked. "It's a rom-com. You ladies like such, am I right?" Derek remarked confidently. "Um," River replied, starting to munch on popcorn.