Comic Romance Novels & Stories

Diego laughed, Lorenzo and Marcel Chuckling along at his remark. I Ignored them, impatiently closing the distance between me and María. ♠️♥️♣️♦️ María's pov- With a Knock to the door I walked into Lorenzo's office. The guys all Sat around the coffee table, their eyes already on me. My eyes followed Lucien as he made his way towards me. "Princess" He greeted, with a soft kiss on my cheek. "You look beautiful" He smiled down at me Enticing my cheeks to grow warm.

Sophie teasingly walked to her bedroom while pulling Cassidy’s hand. Cassidy felt a surge of desire, but he only chuckled and enjoyed everything. Sophie looked beautiful and sexy at the same time. “Wait here, okay?” Sophie said, telling Cassidy to sit on the edge of their bed. “What are you going to show me, Sweetpea?” Cassidy asked, frowning as she walked into the dressing room instead. Sophie smiled brightly, winked at him, and closed the door without answering his question. Cassidy grew curious. Her behavior was completely different, yet somehow, he found himself enjoying it.

Despite my personal preferences, I find myself watching a romcom, a genre I typically wouldn't choose, solely because it's one of my niece's favorites. I am intrigued by the storyline of the romantic comedy, finding myself unexpectedly drawn into the realm of love—a concept that has never held a place in my plans or aspirations. Despite my reservations towards love, I am beginning to feel a growing attraction towards my niece. She possesses a unique allure, standing out from other women I have crossed paths with in the past. The feelings stirring within me are unfamiliar yet undeniable, sparking a sense of curiosity and contemplation.

the father said to kiro " yes father" kiro said "You, Joy Guzman, are you accepting Kiro Smith as your wife in hardship and ease?" said the priest to me "Yes father" I said "you may say your vows" "I remember when we first met at church you sniffed me like a dog, I told myself I might stink so you sniffed me hahaha, I teased you before and teased you so you could notice me because you captured my attention that time and then you're pissed because of me because I'm so annoying , when you allowed me to come with you when we watched starry night I know I love you already , but I don't know if you love me, it's good that even though I'm like this you still love me so I'm thankful, remember man

“Nothing with gunfights, serial killers, doomed marriages, or dogs that die. That leaves… old rom-coms, cooking shows, and documentaries about tiny houses.” “I contain multitudes,” I said, and sat on the far end of the couch with deliberation. “Pick your medicine.” She scrolled, considering the menu like the stakes were global. “I vote old rom-com. Comforting. Predictable in the ways I want. No explosions except between eyebrows.” “Perfect.” She landed on a movie that knew how to be both funny and kind without needing to break anyone first. The opening credits rolled like a memory. We both exhaled. “May I put this here?” I asked, lifting the blanket. Her nod was automatic and then not; I saw

“I don’t know. Isn’t he your boyfriend?” “Xavier isn’t my boyfriend.” “Pardon me. About to be your boyfriend.” “Not that either.” “Seriously, Noah,” Rina chimed in, finally tucking her phone away. “We’ve been friends for three years now and you don’t know that Lucas is Mr. Commitment-Phobe.” “I’m not a commitment-phobe. I’m just not—” “Interested in relationships. Yeah. Heard that before.” I scowled at her. She was acting entirely too cocky for my liking.

I said. "I thought we were friends. I thought that even if the romance wasn't real, the friendship was. But you were working for him." "I’m sorry," she sobbed. "Liam, I am so, so sorry." "Was any of it real?" I asked. "Did you ever actually care, or were you just waiting for the next check?"

Every time I brought up marriage, he brushed me off, saying, "The company's still growing. I can't give you the best yet." Time and time again, I compromised. I spent my best years waiting, and finally... He claimed I was not mature, not tolerant enough of his boundaries, and being crossed with someone else. I laughed. "Go take a shower. You smell awful." Jeremy thought I had backed down. He let out a breath of relief and headed into the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the air. I picked up his phone. The password was still my birthday. He thought it was a sign of devotion.

he says casually. My stomach lurches. The image of him on threesomes pop into my head that makes me cringe. “My cousins, babe,” he mumbles. “I don’t care.” “I watched Rom-com movies with my cousins Lizzy and Saph, and my cousin’s fiancee, Kiara.” The movie credit finally rolls up. I don’t understand anything in that movie other than the cheater husband loses his wife, money, and breaks his nose into the glass wall he thinks doesn’t exist.

“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.